Mi fea Soneta XX vs. Short Story on a Painting of Gustav Klimt

The two love poems I've chosen to compare are "Mi fea Soneta XX" or "My ugly love Sonnet XX" Pablo Neruda by and "Short Story on a Painting of Gustav Klimt" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti. Neruda's poem is about a relationship in which the physical appearance of the speaker's mistress is not up to par. "where did you hide your breasts? They are two meager scoops of wheat" "Your mouth is big enough for two mouths," "My ugly love, you're a messy chesnut." The poem goes back and fourth stating ugly parts of her, only physical appearance, to the beauty: "My ugly love, you're as messy as a chestnut./My beauty, you are as pretty as the wind." The theme of the poem is that love does not lie on the outside of humans, not in the physical nature of the relationship, but in the actions and emotions shared. But in Ferlinghetti's love poem, the main theme he is expressing is that though a relationship may be passionate, fiery, and fierce, that doesn't mean there is love. The speaker uses imagery to describe the scene of a man and woman in a garden embracing each other, using words like "tangerine lips" and "so passionately" to create a somewhat, well, passionate moment. But the woman is not so passionate. The man is the only one with obvious signs of passion and love, and the speaker closes the poem with "She/will not open/He/is not the One." So, Pablo's poem contrasts with Ferlinghetti's in that in the preceding, love does not need to be physically beautiful to be real and passionate, while the latter leaves us with the impression that even the most beautiful relationship can mean nothing at all.