Love's Thin Line
I hope I do not fall guilty to the simple crime
of rote and faulty endings that close in rhyme.
Phonetic phrases deadened by sweet abuse.
Rhymes dime worn thin by years of overuse.
Unchained by the maven madness that I speak
and try to sculpt in words though my talents weak.
I must proclaim in cadent form precisely what I feel
or offer mere dictums that the less fluent steal.