Love Poem Number 137

I no longer feel the need to write catchy titles.
What is the point when you wont read
what's written underneath, anyway?
I once believed in the importance of a poems title.
That one day you would rip open one of my
many, desperate letters.
Read the frantic scrawl upon the tattered pages,
of unnecessary, or cliche verses scratched out.
Because, I could never think of the right words.
I never did and never will
think of the right words!
Those that could in all honesty,
describe my love for you.
Well, honey I've given up.
You've won this round.
Love Poem Number 137—
is the very last poem
you'll ever get from me.
However,
the battle isn't over.
I'll just find another way!