Love Cake Bereft of Operational Mistakes

Because I wear love on my sleeves Blame and shame hunt down the claim I inject and subject into red rose leaves Trying hard to rekindle the love flame For which I long Each time Cupid’s arrows hit bull’s eye Whether my move feels right or wrong As with bated breath she and I Endeavour to moderate steps I take To woo the bae of the dream I hold and fold in my heart to partake In polishing the love cream in the stream Whose waters cleanse weaknesses Love inflicts On my acts of emotional kindnesses To resolve within my mind conflicts That rage Within my inner circle As I pledge Undivided loyalty and certainty to encircle Flak Hitting my flanks As I crack and track Love strategies, love techniques in the love banks That dispense positive outcomes Guaranteed to titillate With or without excessive incomes To deflate harm fate spares me of late When I make up my mind To extricate fear and tear From circumstances I find unkind In love matters where I dare Not break the side of the bargain Love demands from promises I make To nurture and culture care and devotion again To feed faith into my love cake bereft of any operational mistake.