Shakespeare; Browning; Blake; Cope; Duffy; Hardy; Marlowe.
Name a poet and they've written about love.
'Cept they've all got money, contracts and a great start.
But i'm not complaining.
Just need my pen; paper; your love and my heart.
[Which is yours and in training]

So lets change the rhyme and stanza structure.
[As we know the last line will end in erupture]
Shall we start with how you make me feel?
Or how when i'm with you it seems so surreal.

Maybe I should tell the audience
           - or maybe we should.
Of the breath I miss in your endurance
          - or lack of what could.

How my hear beats faster around you
          - yet slower aswell.
Of the dancing canaries [Oh how they do!]
          - in my mind they tell.

Will you let me write of your touch in it's best?
[But not all of it - no I think i'll leave the rest!]
Can I tell them of great memories?
Or how it feels like i'm living in a dream?

Now we're this far lets go deeper in my mind.
[But how far to go? Now what do you want to find?]
You can search but i've already found
A love that takes me up away off the ground.

By now they'll know what you mean to me.
          -oh it's mighty swell!
I'm captivated, you're all that I see.
          -like under a spell.

Let's write more cliché.
And see what they say.
Fall and i'll catch you.
Nothing I wont do.
Now hold me close by.
Now don't let me cry.
Know you make me smile.
Make it all worth while.
Miss you when you're gone.
Heart feels like a song.
Hate when you're not there.
Miss you like the air.

So like a violet rose laid out on paper.
[It's just as beautiful but this will stay here!]
Laid bare my feelings true and splender.
So read but don't forget that I am tender.

Or how about I write none of that?
          -instead I just say:
''I love you''
Oh what a poem that would be!
[So true and entirely written by me]