… So, praise the gods, Catullus is away!
And let me tend you this advice, my dear
Take any lover that you will, or may
Except a poet. All of them are queer
It's just the same- a quarrel or a kiss
Is but a tune to play upon his pipe
He's always hymning that or wailing this
Myself, I much prefer the business type
That thing he wrote, the time the sparrow died
Catallus’s poems highlight the many stages of their relationship, from bliss (a kiss) to doubts and separation (a quarrel), as well as his desire for a permanent relationship (a desire which Clodia did not reciprocate).
From A Letter From Lesbia