Over in the Imaginary Garden we were given the formula to write "The Perfect Love Poem." It is as follows: x (p + b + c + o), where P = Pattern (meter and rhyme,) B = Brevity, C = Comparison (describe the love or lover with a comparison), O = Obstacle (the difficulties inherent in a love affair), X = Mystery
But I was told there would be no math, so I didn't quite follow the formula. Instead I give you two imperfect love poems:
My first love poem is more like y(p+b+c+o), where y = humor.
Love Poem #1
Your love is like the bite of a tick
unnoticed at first, then making me sick
with fever and chills, aches and pains.
I hate that my heart doesn’t have any brains
when it sees this disease
that brings me to my knees.
If there was an injection
to stop this infection
I could save my heart from your rejection.
but I seem to be a philosophic waxer,
and a crazy, wild-eyed anti-vaxxer.
And my second love poem is sort of x(b+o)
Love Poem #2
the feel of wind
on my face,
the moon’s reflection
in my eyes,
the lens through which
I see the world.
in the hollows of my bones,
in the lining of my skin,
in my dark center,