This is not a love poem This is a love poem starter kit So first off Make sure your tone sounds so corny you're able to pick the kernel from your teeth Follow up with something like baby Or something so cheesy you can smell it after Write about the butterflies in your stomach The melody in your heart The mind numbing feeling that just wants to make you want to fall apart Describe how there eyes is like a book you just want to get lost in How voice is like tea Hot and somewhat calming How there personality is like sunshine and candy Leaving sunburn and cavities How etc. I think you know what I'm saying So let's stop there It's too nauseating Then say how your life was hell before you met them, you know all the self loathing and pity because They didn't find you cute or funny Until someone give you the slightest bit of attention So you immediately take it a sign of love and affection Even though that wasn’t really the intention Next reminisce about your first date, let me give you some examples the bad hugs you gave, kissing them in the weirdest way, and not being able to pay add an inside joke just give it a personality Afterwards sprinkling in some loving flaws Like how short they are and how they forget things in seconds or even if there cooking skills barely non existence they always managed to put a smile on our face because burnt bacon and eggs sounds great. When everything is said and done, make it as sappy, as cheesy as possible. Because we all know loves are just piles of cheese covered in maple syrup Disgusting I know But I don't get why you wanna write these in the first place I mean no offense But It's nothing more than over done dribble Saying the same thing over and over again just done differently Every poem sounds force and rushed It’s like a dumpster fire and humans are the gasoline Making burner even brighter Love poems are as worthless as relationships We so crave Willing to sacrifice just about anything to make them stay But relationship so toxic it's radiant of it gamma rays Why can’t we just love ourselves and no else What's the point of love? if it's nothing more than a mess.