In the earth, they lie, humble and plain
Potatoes they are, not much to gain
But when they're dug up, their beauty is found
In the way they nourish, they astound
Love is like a potato, it hides away
Not much to see, day after day
But when it's unearthed, its splendour shows
And like the potato, it too grows
Potatoes are simple, but oh so divine
They can be roasted, mashed, or fried
Just like love, it takes on many forms
And in each one, its beauty transforms
So if you're ever feeling down
Remember the potato, buried underground
Just like love, it's always there
Waiting for the right moment to share
For in the potato and in love we find
A beauty that's humble, but never confined
And though they may seem small and meek
They have the power to make our hearts leap.