That's Numberwang! Love Poem

It was because I loved you
That I had forgotten how I really felt about
Never loving you again
The way a snowman is gender-specific
Only because you already called it a snowman
But a snowman is always born in feminine love
Love of snow and giving shape to cold
Are very feminine things in a boy or girl
No?
It's fair to say also boys and girls are quite unfair things
Although I find you terribly fair
Though it's fairly terrible to know so little
Of what you are not
Because I know so little of what you are, my Love
I worry about what you aren't
I know so little of what you are, (did I say that already My Love?)
(And may I parenthetical Thee?)
Then my Love is already all ready
And you will notice it is capital that it is capitalized
Perhaps it is a capital Offense
Except I find I must stare
And be here be there be where
I don't know
Except I find I know very little
Except your ilk
And knowing the ilk of love horns one up terribly
It might as well be elk as ilk
A miss as well as a man I realize
It could be I love as I grow horned
And am possibly cuckolded in a most
Just and ridiculous manner
The greatest fear being left being right
In my fear that I am stroking
The substance of ilk, not elk
When what I want surely has the heft
Of an elk who is horned terribly
Almost after the manner of those extinct ones
That toppled over because they were terrible
Examples of an ilk that couldn't sustain an elk
So their elkdom ended
And so I cleave to an ilk and stroke it
Through the night, believing its horns
Good and strong and stable-brave
As though horns or the horned could hold such ideas
It would be because I loved you
That I forgot everything I knew I would need to know
To discharge myself from myself
Which is what we must do in love
If what's gunning is to be truly shot
Just like in that annoying movie
Where the amnesia is the only character
This poem is the remake of that movie
And it has forgotten you again
But wakes to find your name written across its chest
Or possibly tattooed I'm not particular
A plot so gay you want to change the channel now
But you can't get to the remote
Because you're stuck on another
And whatever else I am and amn't
I say even as you're stuck on that other
You can change the channel
Merely by touching me right here because
Whatever else I am and amn't

I am the Remote