How do I love thee?
No, that’s too cliché.
Your eyes are like pools…
Nope! That just sounds gay.

Baby I wanna…
Oh, that could get lewd.
What a nice pair of…
Damn! That sounded crude!

You want romantic,
But that isn’t me!
I’m not good with words,
Though I’d like to be.

I think fluffy thoughts,
To knock off your sox.
But each time I speak,
The fluff turns to rocks.

I’m just not Don Juan,
I’m more like Don Knotts.
I love you, to me,
Feels more like the hots.

Can you understand
What I have to say?
And cut me some slack,
If just for today.

I really do care,
This isn’t a game.
By morning I’ll still
Remember your name.

It’s more than just sex
So let down your guard.
If that weren’t true
Would I try this hard?

Nothing’s forever,
We don’t have to fight.
I’ll always love you…
At least for tonight.

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