On the Edge of Surges

On the edge of the wedge between hope and despair Heightened and strengthened by determination and devotion To clutch at the latch of the batch where love fell into disrepair My last portion of caution urges no precaution to enliven my love lotion. On the edge of the stage beneath the beat of my heart Laminated, exonerated and venerated by a warmth wall Under circumstances that sentenced the love art To a deficit of explicit exaggeration, I advance affection accrual. On the edge of the page where age agitated for affability In love libations lapped by listless lips and slips Engrossed and embossed with the imprint of amiability In the course of temptation, I try hard the termination of tension trips. On the edge of the sledge enraged by my outage outrage Felt, dealt with and knelt at the altar of Cupid Whose arrows assuage the page of the sage Whose magic wand lands lovebirds on a reconciliation rapid.