Falling in love, with you
Simple and easy to do
You're my little child
Giving reason to smile
For this Valentines one-for-two

I knew a old dude from Du Preez
Who tried to **** over a tree
The tree was so high he ****** in his eye
And now the poor ******* can’t see.

At what point am I known as a poet?
After how many stanzas and rhymes?
I've written some thousands of words
Yet my words are a way to pass time

Drizzling raindrops
Masked the mans freckles and tears
His flawed attributes

There, I've written some words
That describe both dilemma and pain
In a haiku format, no less
But from that- what have I gained?

Poem is quite the strange lad
As is Muse, his wife just as bad
They lure in the brains
Of us simple and sane
And we write till uncanny and mad

Wow, I've done it again
I've written a poem in style
You know, I think I'm a poet
Maybe I've been one a while...

Unfeeling, I watched the waves rise
Over sunsets of color and light.
Grasping my cold hand
You took me to land-
Denied Neptune the right to my life.

Feeling, I looked into your face-
Sad tears looking so out of place.
I sat with you all night
Promising, not to die
No matter the demons that chase.

Today, I really must declare
My love of stuffed donuts everywhere
From Krispy Kreme to paczki
To Korean ones with read bean
They're a gift, even though they're not rare