His, Her Romantic Dialogue

With love banter she did persist But my riposte barbs did resist Few frothy gestures; emotions to grist But my playful hands pounded with fist On a lite, free-flowing parley did insist; For my crude vocabulary did not desist Added some colloquial idioms for zest, But my trite sayings quickly put to rest Fearing that I did with hollow words jest; Solemnly cupped hands on tenured breast Uttered romantic soliloquy my desire to test, Then rolled her eyes as my prone quill did crest A few lines from tender ballad did invest, But my swaggering tune could not digest A couple of amorous riddles pressed, But chafed at each, laborious guess