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.
Copyright © John Sensele | Year Posted 2018
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