Never fall in love with a poet, they'll **** themselves trying to find the words to show you how they feel, and never say them for fear of being underwhelming.

Tell them you love them, because whilst they could write you a sonnet worthy of Shakespeare, they'll probably have thrown it away, unseen, with the old Thai food from last night.

They are their own harshest critic.
To you, they are your beautiful bumbling idiot.