The Immortal Beloved's Reply; and the Poet's reply

[Note to readers: Read the Sonnet below first]

Dear sir,

While I thank you for your lovely poem, I must take this occasion to point out a few errors which renders this poem to be a sort of enigma. Firstly, roses do not bud in Febuary; unless you are refering to greenhouse roses, and surely, no girl would like to be a sheltered, helpless, passive greenhouse rose. Secondly, insects are actually creatures that are not "self-absorb'd"; as a matter of fact, insects like ants and bees greatly care for the general well being of their colony - Only human beings are self-absorbed. Thirdly, how can the morning breeze be "warm"? Morning breezes are always at least cool, if not cold. Fourthly, do winds actually carry sound waves? Fifthly, assuming it does, how can the morning dew dream, when morning dews are actually formed early in the morning? Sixthly, how does one drown a flood (refering to line 7 and 8)? Seventhly and most importantly, why do you write me this poem, telling me that you have an undeclareable passion? Isn't this a contradiction? If you dare to declare your passion, then you are lying in the poem; if you do not dare to declare your passion, then why write the line? The only sensible lines in the poem are the last couplet: it is true that roses will die; it is also true that you will always love me. Whether the other way is true, you can only speculate.

Your Immortal Beloved

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My Immortal Beloved,

At times like this I am really glad to know that roses will die, but my art is immortal.

At your service,

The Poet