Nothing can express how you feel better than a poem.
These are entries to a competition asking for a rhyme with themost romantic first line but least romantic second line . . . .
Love may be beautiful, love may be blissbut I only slept with you, because I was pissed
I thought that I could love no otherUntil, that is, I met your brother
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are y…
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