I think poetry is one of the the most complex form of literature that ever existed. It may look short and simple, but the difficulty arises in starting and forming one, and you need tons of inspiration to start getting into the groove. The only poem i remembered memorising to my heart's content is "The Tree" by Joyce Kilmer, which i still loved up to this day. I also enjoyed "Annabel Lee" by Edgar Allan Poe, and some tagalog poems by Francisco Balagtas (which is stuck in some parts of my brain and has been long forgotten). 
 The Title really suits the content of the book. The love poems were humble yet exquisitely written, and really came from the heart. The Misadventure part was whimsical in some sort of way, playful and addictive. 
 I particularly adored "The Girl He Loves" , it was so beautiful and heart wrenching as well, and it goes as follows: 
 There was a man who I once knew, 
 for me there was no other, 
 The closer to loving me he grew, 
 the more he would grow further. 
 I tried to love him as his friend, 
 then to love him as his lover; 
 but he never loved me in the end - 
 his heart was for another. 
 aaaah, love and melancholy, what a waste...