generic love poem

i could write you a note

filled with beautiful things

pour my heart into it

and intricately orchestrate

every singing line — but

it would still be just

another generic love letter

and whatever beauty it held

would be that of mass appeal

not of you and your own

charming host of idiosyncrasies

i have been acquainted with people

who turned out not to be you — but who on their own merits

(or demerits) set my fancy dancing across the page

or handed me a line of thought

but that was them, and that was then

and i will not write you

your own generic love poem