Best love poem...?

Question:Best love poem gets 10 points!

i'm feeling mushy today...

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i'm feeling mushy today...

My favourite love poem is He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by WB Yeats.

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

title: My Beautiful Little Sparrow

As night falls again

I see the fateful night

When my sparrow left me

She said she hated me

I said I loved her

She said I was stupid

I said she was perfect

She said I was useless

I stuttered, I could do nothing

As she flew away

I wish this mark would go away

From the pain she left as she flew away

Farther and farther away

My beautiful little sparrow
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hope u like it, i wrote it

'Your Feet'

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your heart,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.

sweet sorrows
as he held her hand in his
he whispered sweet memories in her ear
so she would never forget
the life they had and not regret
he kissed the children who were once his

then he dropped the soft pink hand and started up that death hill
he was ready for his kill
the executioner's rough work-worn hands
pulled the rope tight as the sweat formed bands
he was used to his gruesome work from many years
but this time it brought him to tears

he pulled the lever and the flap opened in the stand
the father descended and hung dead, hanging hands
cheers of vengence, tears of mourning
rang out through the streets

the dead man's family would miss him long
but for now there was tomorrow
everyday they would remember him
for death is always one sweet sorrow