The fragility of love Only angels and butterflies should write love poems. When elephants, giraffes and gruff sailors try to, they sink into the mire of unfinished thoughts not clarified, hazy sentimental longings and clumsy footwork. The ungainly trying to dance to a tune of love that confuses them, leaving behind deep wounds in the delicate soil of adoration that will never heal. Or worst of all, the ultimate shame, to have ones declaration of love turned into a folklore joke.