Here's an attempt at a love poem:
Seeing your form dance across my vision, seeing your face look into mine, to merely hear the whisper of your name, is a pleasure, appreciated by me more than any other living being. I am awestruck by your beauty, and your beauty's grace. I lay snug in the warm aura, radiated from your existance, I lavish in the sight of your form. You are the definition of beauty, the definition of life in love. Your radiance, unparalleled by any other, you are the reason I live, you are the muse of my songs, you are the purpose of my poems. I write not for myself, my profit, but instead for the sustenance of you, and for the promise of life with you. 'Tis you, 'tis you who I love, 'tis you who I hold as the goddess of my universe, and no other.