Shall I now write you a ******* sonnet?
Sonnet: A fourteen line poem ‘bout love.
Well, girl, I’ll stick a bee in your bonnet;
This isn’t a ******* pure clean white dove.
Love will burn your soul from the outside in,
It rips out your heart and chews it to mush.
First time she smiles, that’s when it’ll begin –
And you’re lost, that first time you see her blush.
People tell you it’s worth it, that it’ll
Ring true in the end. The thing ‘bout that is
They’ll tell you this, and little by little,
Your heart turns brittle, then breaks when the miss
Just taps it.  My lesson, should you want it:
Don’t get near anyone. Love is all ****.