Simile

People on the left call love an obligation, People on the right call love a courtesy. My love is nothing more than a simile As I might sit comfortably inside of a smile, Like a pair of irises catching a flare As they lock onto mine Like cherry loving lips locked tenderly Say, ” You’ve got to love lovely love, You’ve got to love it lovely, For love, as inscrutable as ever Sings lovely, as a child might sing for ice cream.” I look deep into those eyes Like a dweller would To a large diamond, And find myself Looking back.