This reminds me of the love sonnet I wrote for my ex-girlfriend…
Since meeting you it is hard to deny
The feelings growing in me will never die
You are my morning, my evening, and my April rain
You’re my warm winters evening by the fire; when we are apart my heart pains
It’s alarming how my love for you is growing at such a fast pace
Whenever I see you, I want to crap on your face.