Spare me, love, your fumbled words,
your hasty jottings to impress;
they grace the page like rhyming turds.
Please don't be tempted to confess
with roses red and violets blue
your love for me; if you'll recall,
I write enough bad poems for two.
Neruda's "Always" says it all
but you're not Pablo, that's okay.
With passion, strength and loyalty
you've made me hear what you can't say,
no need to strut flamboyantly.
So put on Hank and bank the fire,
your redneck love's all I require.
your hasty jottings to impress;
they grace the page like rhyming turds.
Please don't be tempted to confess
with roses red and violets blue
your love for me; if you'll recall,
I write enough bad poems for two.
Neruda's "Always" says it all
but you're not Pablo, that's okay.
With passion, strength and loyalty
you've made me hear what you can't say,
no need to strut flamboyantly.
So put on Hank and bank the fire,
your redneck love's all I require.
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