Unwise To Flex Macho Muscles

I save my love in the cave Where she roams free Shoving aside the pride of the stave Whose tentacles disagree With the quality and quantity of care Love demands in return for expanding horizons In which she’s the key player whose flair Dominates and dictates the zones In which she receives affection in return For the affection she bestows on me To pour tons of affection into the urn Where I’m forever indebted to see Vast amounts of affection that nourish Several critical aspects Of emotional nutrients which burnish The love I save from suspects Too keen to take to flight At the earliest demand love makes to protect her sanctity In the face of the slight and plight She lands sometimes when the care quantity She gains proves too little To justify sacrifices love makes to comfort Me despite the brittle Vase I inadvertently crush in the fort Where love hides the heart so often misunderstood In contexts so complex Brave love feels it’s high time she vacated the neighbourhood Where partners find reasons their macho muscles to flex.