At the Brink

Drop by drop, you whet Until my cloth of emotions is totally wet With merciless force you spray Till you drive antagonists astray When clouds appear darkest You show your sinister smile To insidiously encourage and egg on Oh my gracious you are senile! Senile enough to catalyze and push on A reaction whose end point you know Only to leave me at the brink Of a pond i heavily loathe With its dirty waters for me to drink Until God-knows-when i reach The envisaged priceless bank Where the law of love is not breached