It's been months, but I can't seem to get over the guy who used to write me poems like this.

I kept writing poems but none would work and flow. Instead I looked at your picture for inspiration, almost an hour went by and yet still nothing would suffice. I was trying to create the best work of art and beauty that man has ever seen. Once more I gazed upon your picture, and realized what I was searching for was you. You are the true beauty I was in need of, the sun to my moon, the Juliet to my Romeo, the beauty indescribable by my true but modest poetry.