Does She Just Not Read? Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

How can she read my/
poems about the moon and not/
know they’re meant for her?

OR
know they’re about her?

The Pain Of New Learning: Romantic ImproVerse Rhyming Haiku

I dislike learning/
something new at the expense/
of relationships.

I dislike learning/
something new/
at the expense of keeping/
my great relationship with you.

It’s hard to tell the/
difference between my phone’s buzz/
and chest congestion.

Let the answer be:/
“NO!” It brought me nothing but/
messed up sheets and guilt.
OR

mussed sheets and sadness.

How can I tell you/
of my joyous return when/
you already left?

OR
How can he tell her/
of his joyous return when/
she already left?

How can I tell of/
the joys that I’m feeling deep,/
when she said goodbye?

OR
How can I relate/
the joys that I’m feeling, when/
she already left?

Satan wants our souls,/
his tenacity fueled by/
hate. God’s is by love.

I learned why I stay/
up late nights: Not to flirt, but/
to learn to be brave.
Or
… It’s not to flirt, but to learn brav’ry.

She’s like watching a/
radiant sunset. You can’t/
take your eyes off her.