Love = Mountains of Rich Awesome GOLD

Love poems in which the word love is swapped out with another phrase. In this case love = mountains of rich aweseome GOLD.

Song of Secret Mountains of Rich Awesome GOLD by John Clare (1793-1864)

I hid my mountains of rich awesome GOLD when young while I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly
I hid my mountains of rich awesome GOLD to my despite
Till I could not bear to look at light
I dare not gaze upon her face
But left her memory in each place
Where ere I saw a wild flower lie
I kissed and bade my mountains of rich awesome GOLD goodbye

I hid my mountains of rich awesome GOLD in field and town
Till e'en the breeze would knock me down
The bees seemed singing ballads l'er
The fly's buss turned a Lion's roar
And even silence found a tongue
To haunt me all the summer long
The riddle nature could not prove
Was nothing else but secret mountains of rich awesome GOLD

Comments

[Eeyore]

I hid my mountains of rich creamery BUTTER when young while ICouldn't bear the buzzing of a flyI hid my mountains of rich creamery BUTTER to my despiteTill I could not bear to look at lightI dare not gaze upon her faceBut left her memory in each placeWhere ere I saw a wild flower lieI kissed and bade my mountains of rich creamery BUTTER goodbye

I hid my mountains of rich creamery BUTTER in field and townTill e'en the breeze would knock me downThe bees seemed singing ballads l'erThe fly's buss turned a Lion's roarAnd even silence found a tongueTo haunt me all the summer longThe riddle nature could not proveWas nothing else but secret mountains of rich creamery BUTTER

[Matthew Latkiewicz]

Eeyore! Bravo sir.

THAT BEING SAID: I disagree with your Pale Fire assessment. YES I READ IT.