Shakespeare

Sweet love, renew thy force, be it not said
Thy edge should blunter be than appetite,
Which but today by feeding is allayed,
Tomorrow sharp’ned in his former might.

So love be thou, although today thou fill
Thy hungry eyes, ev’n till they wink with fullness.
Tomorrow see again, and do not kill
The spirit of love with a perpetual dullness.

Let this sad interim like the oceans be
Which parts the shore, where two contracted new
Come daily to the banks, that when they see
Return of love, more blest may be the view;

As call it winter, which being full of care,
Makes summer’s welcome, thrice more wished, more rare.

Jingle

To fall in love
Better learn to cry
We know you got
Those hungry eyes

Don’t stand too long
In winter sun
That burns you with
Its freezing tongue

The ocean parts
Tomorrow’s shore
Our interims
Like oceans roar

What you need
Is summer’s buzz
Three times wished
Return of love

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                Villanelle

                Love’s sweet edge is sharpened by appetite.
                Today by eating we have dulled it a bit.
                Our hungry eyes see no wrong or right.

                Hunger makes your kiss sharper than your bite.
                I’ve known the best and worst of it.
                Love’s sweet edge is sharpened by appetite.

                The hearts of lovers are always in the right.
                Though pleasure is touched with emptiness,
                Our hungry eyes see no wrong or right.

                For a day of love, we starve a thousand nights.
                Only true lovers get their fill of it.
                Love’s sweet edge is sharpened by appetite.

                No dullness now, only things that shine.
                Rivers drown in oceans, lovers in each other.
                Our hungry eyes see no wrong or right.

                The saddest lover knows the taste of life,
                Weight of darkness, size of night.
                Love’s sweet edge is sharpened by appetite.
                Our hungry eyes see no wrong or right.

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Flarf

Love, force it and it disappears.
Courtney Love is a force of nature
Lair of the crab ineffable wisdom
I love you guys!  I love your hair!
Love force is perfection force
And here I lay all alone tossin’ turnin’
A phoenix rising from the Dirty South
Force vomit says make love not war
Meatwork Frylock and Master Shake
Fur footed love force two-minute miracle
Jim Love and the Blue Groove Tube
Gravitation and love won’t be denied
The purity of our false love is clear        
One look at you and I can’t disguise
I’ve got hungry eyes blow monkeys
Scientific name:  bubo virginiansus
Particular screams I just did a fatty
Two witches lyrics for my use only
Her love had died calling and reaching
Hungry fish hungry cat she held up
half the sky who sent you the man asked
when the baby opened its eyes I’m coming
out like a .45  spinning like a Wurlitzer
bright in dark denotes eyes the judges
have sharpened their knives chain smoking
wielding a sharpened spoon love needs
a nursing home love needs more girl songs
love needs to die sportin’ geekin’ eyes
love needs a heart a sea of stars into the myopic
A canvas covered cabin in a crowded labor camp