An Elementary Love

The sin of excess use does breed revulsion, And rampant hollowness turns love to lust, And ignorance outshouts the learned's repulsion, And violent vitriol begets disgust. My stomach palates not these corp'ral dungs, My heart's emotions clot and freeze unused, My reason's aerie 'voids their plaguing lungs, My passion's seat's inflamed, their creeds eschewed. But when I'm most imbalanced and unsettled, My love for you recenters and restreams, My organs chime with daily hymns re-mettled, This fallen Earth with Sunday morn's redeemed. My elements align when loving you; Their harmony resounds, naught can re-skew.