It - a Love Poem For the Romantically Un-Inclined

There was never any controlling it? No dodging it. Unloading it? It stuck us both together and held us tightly in its grip We tried our hand at moulding it ?Healing it. Holding it? It wanted us together; head, heart and thrusting hip Once, we nearly cornered it? We threatened it. We warned it? But it came once more and sheltered us, ‘till we fought with it again. Black bruised we gently eased it ?We blew on it and teased it? We rescued and revived it, till it burst back into flame Then life drove us and we dashed it? Thrashed it. Trashed it? Tested every fibre, every ounce of strength it had? We badgered it and blagged it,? My word! How we have shagged it! ?It flared again and gave us, all the pleasure that it had We disrespected and abused it. ?Never soothed it. Smoothed it? Caressed or contemplated, its very gentle deeds We hounded it. Confounded it.? In drink, we’ve damn near drowned it ?But still, it softened life for us and satisfied our needs This love, it lays between us ?Binding us. Bleeding us? The tether and the freedom that only it can give Searing us. Endearing us? Together, there is no fear in us ?This 'It'? Well, that's simple. 'Tis the reason that we live