She says

This is not a love poem.

This is a
why the **** aren't you in love poem.
   A
where the **** are my white doves
   And
Cinderella gloves poem.

Waiting on a fairy tale,
And
Waiting for you to tell
  And
yell, to the top of your lungs
  And profess your love, poem
This is a waiting for you to show em'
...Poem.

This is not a love poem.

This is a,
why are you so dumb
  And
Why don't I make your heart beat like a drum
   And a,
******* ANYWAYS BECAUSE YOU CAN'T MAKE ME ***,
Poem.

And he says.

**This is not a love song.

This is a  
We haven't even been together that long
  And
I wish I could hit you instead of this ****
  And
Stop telling me, to stop telling you, to stop telling me, that I do you so wrong...
Song.

This is not a love song,

This is a,
Can you shut the **** up and quit all the crying,
And be appreciative that a *****'s even trying,
Every time I "**** up" you wanna pack your **** and run away,
Just to complain to your  homegirls all day,
Acting like I'm treating you so wrong, because you go through my phone,
and see a picture of an *** in a thong,

So you should thank god, instead of hitting you I hit this ****.

And I'll thank God, that this is not a love song.