On the Subject of Love Poems

English class goes on for fucking everrrrrrr.
And all the spanish girls who talk too much annoy the crap out of me.
I think I annoyed them by talking about AVID like that.
Ohwells.

We've started our poetry unit.
And I'm excited to write.

But our first topic is love poems...
Those cliche, overrated things that seem to pop-up everywhere.
I only really enjoy Pablo Neruda's love poems...

I wrote one while we were talking about cliches.
This is my take:

On The Subject of Love Poems

Ah, love, you
what can I say about
you that hasn't already been said?
Unfathomable,
endless oceans.
Withering roses,
Let me count the ways.

What is love but a
boquet of endless
flowers,
White doves,
Butterfly kisses,
Sonnet number 18.

How do I write something written before?
Words on paper,
Make it seem so fickle,
So fickle against your skin,
eyes, hair, laughter.

In metaphor and simile,
I cannot compare the rising sun to your glow.
In symbolism and context,
a rose smells just as sweet
Not as sweet as you my dear.

What do I need to say
When all I need to do is love?

I added another stanza, Sam.^^
And I changed the sonnet number to 18.
The Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
That one.

~(Bleh.)~