Acres Of Ace Amity Poem by John Sensele

Acres of avarice and malice assuage no guilt
Felt in years of selfishness
Worn like a mendacious medal on your quilt
That in no measure increases your emptiness.

Acres of consideration and courtesy
Furnish flavor and flair
To a relationship that transcends fantasy
To shower on a significant soul mate a plethora of luscious love and composite care.

Acres of limpid love lubricate a heart
That beats in tune with the happiness
A soul-mate shares not in part
But in full to convey a sense of selflessness.

Acres of ace amity stand out
In the midst of stale air
Devoid of adroit clout
Sublime, supreme, rosy and rare.