I found this at the infinitely awesome solardeathray.com and feel that it pretty much sums up why I love haiku:

As you can see, the blossom took the brunt of the death ray. The smell was kind of nice. I'm sure these images of a smoldering rose can be used as fuel for bad poetry. Observe:

My love burns for you
A Thermonuclear rose
Now lets go make out

I like writing Haiku, because the toughest part is counting to seven.
Happy Valentines Day!

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