Bulwark Beyond Ballistics Poem by John Sensele

To share a rare lifetime with a loving and caring soulmate
Is a blessing beyond compare. A partner who guides love and provides
A shoulder on which you cry metamorphoses into more than a mate
Who anticipates your every need. The lady is a bulwark who takes sides
In your favour. She cares little about your body flavour and odour
Though its fragrance combined with the balance of the radiance
Of her love surpasses the pass of your wildest dreams in order
To multiply your comfort and minimize chances of defiance
Brought about by busybodies and sorties whose nose for mud
Slinging finds no room to zoom into your shield and penetrate
The demeanour and armour in which your soulmate parries any scud
Missile tongue waggers and rabble rousers float and rotate
Three hundred and sixty degrees to launch on haunches an assault
On your home whether or not you groom or boom love by default.