My Epicmost Masterpièce De Résistance

When I was 14 years old, I summed up all I knew and felt about love and romance in this fun little limerickesque poemcito. And to be honest, 16 years later, I still find it rings true in mine ears. It goes a little something like this:

Love is a myth
Sparked by desire,
But I'd die for your kiss
So call me a liar.

 

Now that sounds like a clever freshman valentine.