By Megan Meredith
Date: 10 February 1998

Love

I took all those words 
Which I could never quite say when I wanted to,
And moulded them into verse.
So you could read my thoughts
Clearly and eloquently; 
I could express my love without pause.
I spent weeks and weeks on it.
Days and nights
Choosing only those words I thought
Would make you happy.
Then at last,
I presented it to you,
My own little masterpiece.
You looked and said,
"I hate poetry."