L to L or the cliche poem

Learning to love
Is no piece of cake
It's learning to give
But nothing that's fake
Learning to love's
No hop, skip or jump
Its cubes come in boxes
You take a sweet lump
Learning to love's
Also taking its pains
The latter come surely
As do April rains
In learning to love
You'll break into tears
But not so long after
Will follow rich laughter.