Eggshells And Bliss Bells Poem by John Sensele

Love walks a tightrope
Crawling and rolling on your sentimental slope
Till from the bottom of your heart you print on her hope.

Love walks on eggshells
Crying out in pain if you deny her bliss bells
Till you bless and caress her in sentimental scales.

Love roars to life
Flying if you pluck from her bosom strife
When you play her lullaby on your fabulous fife.

Love in your life grows into a tonic
Pampered at a speed supersonic
Unhindered by manners and banners masonic.