I love you. Yes, of this I'm sure you know,
'Cos in your ear so frequently I'll squeal it,
But vocalising doesn't seem to show
The heat and zeal with which I truly feel it.
And so I sought to find a better way
To prove I am at heart a true romantic,
I'd turn to painters; see how they convey
The same emotion. All seemed sycophantic.
Musicians were no better what a joke!
That modern music resonates with meaning;
Somatic filth is all one can evoke
From Jagger's words, and pop is worse: demeaning.
The final fort was poetry dear Lord!
It's clichéd; surely no idea worse is...
But then I thought: it's effort earns reward
And so, for you, I wrote these stupid verses.