yes, but if it was...

Apparently, the rest of the world does not stay up until half-past midnight arguing about why straight men don't write love poems any more.

This small part of the world does.

After a small scuffle, John Donne won the 'Poet You'd Most Like To Write You Love Poems' title; Byron's a little too rock-star-ish. (Although there was this group presentation on Renaissance love and relationships I did at undergraduate level, and rapper!Donne worked oddly well. Er, yeah.) Shakespeare got a contest of his own for the 'Which Sonnet Would You Most Like Someone To Write For You?' title, on which there was dissent.

My housemate's:

( 53: What is your substance, whereof are you made )

Mine:

( 71: No longer mourn for me when I am dead )

Honorable mention:

( 130: My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun ['You ain't a beauty, but hey, you're all right'] )

Fandom winner: omg Delenn/Lennier!

( 138: When my love swears that she is made of truth )

W. H. Auden's Lullaby won the Best Modern Love Poem title. We concluded that straight men don't write love poems because straight men write love songs instead, although I can't really think of any love songs that I'd want to have written for me. The best love songs, or at least the ones I like, are miserable. Bruce Springsteen's Brilliant Disguise is the most accurate love song ever written, probably, but it's not exactly the kind of thing you'd ever want someone to sing about you, is it?

Maybe I'm just listening to the wrong kind of song.