Hmm, I feel for a freelance. Yeah, that's not asking too much.
In any case, I thought of this last night, and decided that whenever I feel the urge for these kinds of vibes, they will be listed as, what I like to call, love impresarios. Nothing more than short love poems, which vary in content and size. However, this one has no name. So, from the other side...

love impresario #1

It can be said that roses are red...
yet without you in my head, my thoughts are dead.
Yes it is true that violets are blue;
but there's nothing I wouldn't do for this moment with you.
There's never a day that I don't try to find a way
to get the words to say "Don't leave; please stay."
Hear a poorman's cry. This emotion is no lie.
Don't pass me on by, please give me just one try.