My Love Poem by Ari Alsio

Love takes me half-believe
the feeling is strong - to snatch from there.
Devoid of intelligence, love of Bi;
  your chest pass to sue.
My passion is the gateway to the soul,
wet kisses nourish the neck.
Love is not a ball of a leg,
Love lives in the fire precordial.
Love shall keep for a feast of joy,
it is blessed forever wasting.
Love is of us will never run out,
therefore, is unnecessary litigation and squeak.
I love you and it's easy to say,
everything you could ask for - no need to apply.
Love is never without pain,
it is the feeling of pain in the same way.