A/N : Sunday night poetic inspiration never lets me down, or so it seems so far. This is from Spike to Buffy, and believe me when I tell you trying to get into the head of a bloody awful poet is a little freaky, lol. Hope you like this.

Dearest Buffy

'Oh to be a glove upon her hand
So that I might touch her cheek...'
That Shakespeare was a poncy bugger
But the bloke knew how to speak

I'd compare thee to a Summers day
But I'd make a total mess
And you would just smack me in the face
You, I will never impress

William the Bloody Awful Poet
It's what I will always be
I do my best to tell you how I feel
And yet I shall scarce succeed

If I had brains and ability
I would write you a sonnet
All about your waterfall-like hair
With shining sun upon it

I won't talk about your hazel eyes
Those two lovely limpid pools
I'll say nothing of your graceful moves
As you wail upon the ghouls

I'll stay away from words effulgent
They wouldn't suit you anyway
You, a hundred times more beautiful
Than words could ever say

I'll not spread my dreams beneath your feet
And I'll write no pretty verse
You would laugh if you could read my thoughts
And my poems come out worse

I cannot count the ways I love thee
It's not easy to explain
And I see no way to verbalise
So this silence must remain

Disclaimers : Buffy and Spike belong to Joss. Some lines in this were inspired by real poems including Shall I Compare Thee? by William Shakespeare, Life In A Love by Robert Browning, He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by WB Yeats, How Do I Love Thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, and there's also an extract from Romeo & Juliet by William Shakespeare, and a reference to a real poem by William the Bloody! lol. I think that covers everything.