Don't Dishevel My Love Poem by John Sensele

Stuck under the mango tree where you dumped me
I fret, fret, fret, fret and fret
Wondering why you disfigured my peace with glee
When happiness for you and I so much easier to target and get

Than to give me the cold shoulder treatment
On me you inflicted
As though this indictment
Sorrow from your soft centre deflected

When far better for you and I to iron out
Tiff and beef
You feel in your mind floated the doubt and gout
Shoving our love to the rim of a cliff

From which you and I might not recover
Once we plunged into the ether of the unknown
Meaning somehow to discover
The path to the perfect peace we've blown, torn and known

Throughout the years we've travelled
Through thick and thin
Although disheveled we marveled and swiveled
Through mean and din

Until at long last our wedding bells rang
To our parents' delight
Bang, clang and slang
Diffusing through nights of boundless bliss and light

Which you and I ought to save
Despite loud clouds that on our horizon gather
To divert and hurt our salvation stave and wave
As we surge forward with determination to a bright future together.