And here is my love poem to thee, the MBToolBox Reader:

Your skin glows like the kumquat, blossoms fruity as the kumquat flower in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your cello voice and leaps like a tuna at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great sparrow wing.
I am comforted by your cardigan that I carry into the twilight of footbeams and hold next to my arm.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of orange juice.
As my neck falls from my shoe, it reminds me of your stapler.
In the quiet, I listen for the last boing of the day.
My heated nose leaps to my leg warmer. I wait in the moonlight for your secret candle so that we may slight as one, nose to nose, in search of the magnificient maroon and mystical horse of love.

You too can be a poet and not even know it. Check out the Love Poetry Generator (via Bookslut)