Leave your sonnets to my cousin. She can appreciate them. I'm a man of action. She's the Book Lady. And until she teaches you Sindarin, keep flowery prose at her doorstep.
You know I have nothing but respect for you and nothing but contempt for poetry. You may ask, "What has poetry ever done to you?" And to that, I'll respond, "Sucked away hours of my life in needing to memorize it and recite it."
And anyway, there's no poetry in the history of the world - whether ancient, modern, or somewhere in between - that could truly quantify precisely how I feel about you.