You will probably get really confused by this poem. I wrote it with the exact same words but in a different order, to spell out someone's name. But this new version has a sort of deep meaning: bent on terf. It could mean that you get bent and out of shape when you cross onto love's turf (I know it's spelled wrong in the poem and title, but remember that this is not the original). This was not really written at first to be deep, but now I realize that it is one of the deepest poems that I have written. I hope that people don't just look at the top layer of the poem and say that it's bad because it doesn't make sense, but actually take the time to look underneath and see the deeper meaning of it.