Plane Rough Edges of Love

Every now and then, when love catches me unawares I struggle to break free To sneak free of unbidden glares From a pesky glee When love grows fickle Taking my breath away Dwindling its attention to a trickle Whose feet of clay Make me plane rough edges Love displays in the behavior Monitored and featured on pages Where love’s savior Longs to enable a smooth ride Love bestows on lovers Once I get matters in my stride Assuming the status of prime movers To chart a new course in which love thrives In optimal conditions of pressure and temperature As the concept of love arrives On the scene to grant my lover and I a future We deserve to blossom In theory and in practice As our twosome Who does our love justice With flying colours For my lover and I to breathe a sigh of relief As my love vectors and scalars Soar to the loftiest height without any further beef.