Dreaming Of Geneva: Romantic ConTEXTing Rhyming Haiku

How do we get to/
Geneva? We don’t know, but/
we get that we’ll go.

The Purpose Of An Irrelevant Man: Romantic Rhyming ConTEXTing Haiku

If I become an /
irrelevant man to her,/
then what’s my purpose?

I’d sing “Fly Me to/
the Moon”, but only after/
we’ve met and she has.

He was not surprised /
that she made him cry, but these /
were not tears of joy.

I would like to claim/
I’m a closet romantic,/
but I’m surely not.

Does beauty get sick?/
And is it physical thus/
to be? I knew not.

My tiny purple/
crocus pales compared to his /
huge bunch. Size matters.

Men so often want/
to help damsels in distress,/
when we should shut up.

She hovers on the/
side of my page, like a sprite/
or vision or dream.

Is it wrong to see/
a big-smile woman and wish/
she would grin your way?