To Love Or Bust Poem by Thayne Breezee

it creates hunger
crying for attention like the younger
may we ever receive enough,
will we all end up a love monger

feed every day we must
even as efforts seem unjust
our goals seek to be reached
to love or bust

few smiles we end up faking
emotions raw prepared for baking
time is in the quiver
an abundance for the taking

grab a firm grip
careful not to slip
as hot coffees' purpose
it's meant to sip

moving too fast may leave you burned
this, you may have learned
a game for the patient
spoils for the earned

delicate like luxury
as meticulous as well cut shrubbery
three words
spoke utterly

as the fire begins to cool
lonely is left the fool
for we are winning
the proof is in the jewel

upon the finger is where it rests
the story determines the best
the size, nor the color distinguish
the amount contained in the chest