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Love Cake Bereft of Operational Mistakes
Because I wear love on my sleeves
Blame and shame hunt down the claim
I inject and subject into red rose leaves
Trying hard to rekindle the love flame
For which I long
Each time Cupid’s arrows hit bull’s eye
Whether my move feels right or wrong
As with bated breath she and I
Endeavour to moderate steps I take
To woo the bae of the dream
I hold and fold in my heart to partake
In polishing the love cream in the stream
Whose waters cleanse weaknesses
Love inflicts
On my acts of emotional kindnesses
To resolve within my mind conflicts
That rage
Within my inner circle
As I pledge
Undivided loyalty and certainty to encircle
Flak
Hitting my flanks
As I crack and track
Love strategies, love techniques in the love banks
That dispense positive outcomes
Guaranteed to titillate
With or without excessive incomes
To deflate harm fate spares me of late
When I make up my mind
To extricate fear and tear
From circumstances I find unkind
In love matters where I dare
Not break the side of the bargain
Love demands from promises I make
To nurture and culture care and devotion again
To feed faith into my love cake bereft of any operational mistake.
Copyright ©
John Sensele
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