Catullus 87

Once again Catullus is discussing his love for Lesbia. It's still cute how much he says he loves her, who wouldn't want love poems written for them? But I'm starting to dislike Catullus again, all his talk about love is starting to get old. You love her, we get it. Since the first poem he talks about how much he loves her, so he's probably telling the truth that he loves her the most. Maybe he keeps repeating because if he writes it down it will make it more real. Maybe he thinks the love might be too good to be true? Who knows what's going on inside Catullus's head. One thing I did like about this poem was the way Catullus uses the same word, nulla, at the beggining of each sentence. He does this a lot, especially in poem 43 with nec.