I’d write you a song, but we’re not ancient romans.
Nor am I particularly skilled. No -
I’ll make you a mix-tape. But then, you already
Like all the pop songs which sum us up. So,
What to do, what to do. How does one win a heart
These days? Romance is “dead”, so how to woo?
I’ll bake you cookies, cut them out in hearts, if that’s
Not too much american housewife. You
Should try them anyway. To the point, now, tricking
Kissing from Apollo. Nymph am I not.
You’re out of my league; your following is mine times
Six. I guess this poem is all I’ve got.