I'd say "pack your quills and shove off"
Sooner would I a new wert upon my nose,
Than to suffer more o' her purple prose
She fancies it her lovely line and verse,
Me thinks her lovers groan and curse.
Her sweet mush rise flowery and high,
So thickly done no lover could get by.
Give me true love, pour me a drink,
Spare me sonnets so sweet they stink
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I agree these poems are disgustingly sweet! They're so unrealistic. Besides the stronger you love a person the more it hurts when you are eventually alone. I'm always alone..... here's a poem I wrote about trying to forget about love:
Heart We Will Forget Him
Heart, we will forget him,
You and I, tonight!
You must forget the warmth he gave,
I will forget the light.
When you have done pray tell me,
Then I, my thoughts, will dim.
Haste! ‘lest while you’re lagging
I may remember him!
- Emily Dickinson
Her beauty is love "I'll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I'll die by your hand which I love so well." I quote myself, my love could never die, for i dont know why a woman would leave me other then if she had died.
when you fall in love with someone, you only see him or her goodness, however, idealizing a person may lead you into desperation once you are eventually alone
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