Im away at college so my gf asked me to write her an email tonight. but i joke around alot and she says she wants me to write her something "serious" like some gay love poem or something. and im fkn tired. give me some material here

My poetry-fu is weak.

Just tell her you love her and miss her, and hope that some day she'll bear your children.

Just start typing. No one can tell you what to write, especially a damn gun forum. As long as its from you and you mean it, then thats all you need.

just tell her how you feel.  That's all she wants.  Don't make the same mistake I did and let her get away from you just because you don't know how to tell her how you feel about her.

Are you serious? You're asking AR15.com at 2 in the morning to help you with your love poem? Because you probably won't get a legit response.


If it were me, I'd write like a kick ass rhyming poem, you know, something along the lines of

You are very beauteeful
I want to see you nudeeful
You can touch my wee wee
And I will squeeze your tee tee
Around you I feel so romantical
You make my pee pee growmantical


you can take it from there.

You should be asking this in the women shooter's forum.

Consult the Bard.

Quoted: Are you serious? You're asking AR15.com at 2 in the morning to help you with your love poem? Because you probably won't get a legit response. If it were me, I'd write like a kick ass rhyming poem, you know, something along the lines of You are very beauteeful I want to see you nudeeful You can touch my wee wee And I will squeeze your tee tee Around you I feel so romantical You make my pee pee growmantical you can take it from there.

See there? Who says ARFCOMmers won't rally around each other and help out?

naw i wanted to ask it here cuz you guys crack me the fuck up.

"Hugs and kisses and all your pink parts." - Christian Slater, Kuffs

How about this?



Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
Alone and palely loitering;
The sedge is wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.

Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight,
So haggard and so woe-begone?
The squirrel's granary is full,
And the harvest's done.

I see a lily on thy brow,
With anguish moist and fever dew;
And on thy cheek a fading rose
Fast withereth too.

I met a lady in the meads
Full beautiful, a faery's child;
Her hair was long, her foot was light,
And her eyes were wild.

I set her on my pacing steed,
And nothing else saw all day long;
For sideways would she lean, and sing
A faery's song.

I made a garland for her head,
And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;
She look'd at me as she did love,
And made sweet moan.

She found me roots of relish sweet,
And honey wild, and manna dew;
And sure in language strange she said,
I love thee true.

She took me to her elfin grot,
And there she gaz'd and sighed deep,
And there I shut her wild sad eyes--
So kiss'd to sleep.

And there we slumber'd on the moss,
And there I dream'd, ah woe betide,
The latest dream I ever dream'd
On the cold hill side.

I saw pale kings, and princes too,
Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;
Who cry'd--"La belle Dame sans merci
Hath thee in thrall!"

I saw their starv'd lips in the gloam
With horrid warning gaped wide,
And I awoke, and found me here
On the cold hill side.

And this is why I sojourn here
Alone and palely loitering,
Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake,
And no birds sing.

 
La Belle Dame Sans Merci
John Keats

Don't write any sappy, pansy ass crap. She and her friends will use it for a good laugh after she dumps you. Not that it ever happened to me.

Try to avoid writing anything that includes..... "Nantucket"

Have her send picts first