Rip peoms

I bought a love poem book for my girlfriend, but I would like to read it first and annotate it for her to show her what stands out in the book for me.
I have 2 ways of going about this and would like to hear what others have done so I can see if there is a smarter way to go about this.

1. I have a notebook that I will rewrite the poems I like most out of the book, and each day I will give her a peom, she can choose to rip out the page from the notebook and keep the poem, or she can leave it in the notebook and write back her thoughts or drawings.

Or

1. I go through the book and either highlight, or but those sticky tabs and put it to the side of the page or under the poem itself for her to see the page and just give her the book like that for her to explore and find those notes herself?

Would love any advice, I don't read or annotate so this is new to me, but I like her alot, and I want to share those feelings in a way this book can :)
The book is called LVOE by Atticus if you're wondering,
Thanks friends!! :)

Can some one please help me identify some of the peotic techniques used in the peom below.
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Will they never fade or pass!
The mud, and the misty figures endlessly coming
In file through the foul morass,
And the grey flood-water ripping the reeds and grass,
And the steel wings drumming.
The hills are bright in the sun:
There's nothing changed or marred in the well-known places;
When work for the day is done
There's talk, and quiet laughter, and gleams of fun
On the old folks' faces.
I have returned to these:
The farm, and the kindly Bush, and the young calves lowing;
But all that my mind sees
Is a quaking bog in a mist - stark, snapped trees,
And the dark Somme flowing.

theirs no stopping being preppy
the cause is lost cuz shes to dippy
instagramming like a hippy
she can't be gothic just a poser
ever then shes still a looser
pretty much a preppy leper
all her limbs then would fall off
wow such a catastrophe
dieing down just like a moth
shes not dead shes a zombie
crying shouting oh no why me
finally shes unhappy
this is marinas tail of woe
see her preppy zombie clothes
still not at all gothic tho
I tried out a new kind of rhyme for the peom instead of doubles its in triplets . I like this one marinara dies just in time for halloween and now she can rlly rlly scare all the trick or treters . even tho shes rlly not gothic it could still be v scary to see a preppy zombie whereing preppy clothes jump at you and try to rip your head off ya . I think when the zombie apocalyplse comes Ill be good and ready cuz im so gothic all the zombies will think im a zombie to and then well go out and do cannabalism together ya so cool and gothic

I just feel like I have too much emotion. I feel everything so deeply in my chest and body that it's physical. It feels so strong that I'll never be able to fulfill the emotions my body is telling me to do something about. Like I want to love someone as hard as I can and write them love letters and peoms and spend every second making them feel like the only thing in the world. Sometimes I'm so physically angry I want to rip the world into tiny little pieces and burn it up. I want to rip bricks and concrete into shreds with my hands. These kinds of feelings make me feel like there's magic in the world though. Like I'm influenced by all the beauty or just amazingness of nature. I always want to tell people that I feel like this but it sounds stupid and like I'm trying to be poetic or deep.