Love in poetry

Yes I know everyone has read or tried writing some love poetry, "Roses are red, violets are blue" and the like, but love gets into poetry in all sorts of ways. One of my poems that I always think of love when reading was so insulting to the person it was directed at, but I still class it as a love poem. It isn't soppy at all, or even romantic I think, but it was one of the poems I wrote when I was refusing to recognise love or symptoms which might have been it. In fact I was pretty much telling a guy to sod off when I wrote it, and when I asked if he could spot the three things I called him in it.  This is what I thought it was like when I wrote it
except I was just one person as the greens and the guy was the white. Read the poem and see what you think.

the Dance

Amazing feeling appears,

Love in my heart for all,

And joy in all I do.

Is this true love?

The music starts,

The light appears,

And now I know,

The stage is set.

If I know this 

The dance will start,

Exhilaration begins,

But where's the stage?

 The playground is my stage,

My boys are the audience,

But something's weird,

An extra has weaved itself in.
Now I see the extra,
A block between me and my boys,
Fighting for the end,
Winning my rule, my boys.