Clichéd Love

I cannot write a sonnet to express my thought  

I will not be a crazy fool by writing fancy prose. 

Do not ask my intellect to be poked and fought, 

To show my willing heart I can onĺy salvos. 

But can an outcry prove the ardor of my love? 

It is too deep to hear from any throat of man. 

I do not want to use that  clique chalky dove, 

Or use the silly groans that come from á madman. 

It cannot be described by any words alone 

Or shown by works of all the greatest bards .

Will it come from all the things unknown 

The things I cannot show that are so barred. 

I can’t compose a poem  with many words portrayed. 

I will not write a poem so structured and clichéd.