Just got this madlib 'love poem' from somewhere:
My Love
Your skin glows like the peach, blossoms furry as the iris in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your flute voice and leaps like a hedgehog at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great lark wing.
I am comforted by your hat that I carry into the twilight of radiobeams and hold next to my mouth.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of milk.
As my arm falls from my vest, it reminds me of your bottle.
In the quiet, I listen for the last bellow of the day.
My heated nose leaps to my boot. I wait in the moonlight for your secret comb so that we may amble as one, nose to nose, in search of the magnificient yellow and mystical carrot of love.
Ah well. Better luck next time eh!
