Fluff, of the ABAB CDCD EFGEFG form. I take that back. Not fluff: crap.

[azurelunatic]

'Tis poor the romance spawns no verse,
Or so the proverb reads;
But logorrhea is my curse;
My pen, my mouth exceeds.

But though I babble to my friends
In sight of you, I quail
My love for you knows no ends
In its expression I do fail.

My platonic love, you do not doubt
In this, you know I'm true
Never fear its end
The one I can't be without
I spend my time with you
You are my closest friend.