Not Really the Romantic Type, but...

So I have this book of poetry. It contains hundreds of poems and they're all divided into nice little sections. For example, there's the "Humorous" section, the "Nature" section, etc., etc. I've been reading it through and finally got up to the point of the "Romance/Love" section. Okay so I think romance is cute. I love those funny chick flicks, adore Pride & Prejudice, and, generally speaking, am fine with romantic-al things. It's not like I have never liked anybody. ;) But poetry? I flipped through that section in my book and it was all the same: Boy loves girl, girl loves boy. In at least five of the poems they compared love to a wilted rose. Or said things like, "Your eyes are like a dove's- within them is true love!"  It was boring. Like, fo real. But then in the midst of all the cheesy worded, typical rhyming sonnets, I found a jewel- by one of my favorite author too- E. E. Cummings. It was purposely typed with the indentions and spaces like below. One day, when I find my own Mr. Darcy, I hope he writes me poetry like this. ;)

I Have Found What You are Like

 i have found what you are like
        the rain,

                (Who feathers frightened fields
        with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

        easily the pale club of the wind
        and swirled justly souls of flower strike

        the air in utterable coolness

        deeds of green thrilling light
                                      with thinned

        newfragile yellows

                          lurch and.press

        -in the woods
                     which
                          stutter
                                 and

                                    sing

        And the coolness of your smile is
        stirringofbirds between my arms;but
        i should rather than anything
        have(almost when hugeness will shut
        quietly)almost,
                                  your kiss