Empire, Fire, Ire And Hire Poem by John Sensele

Don't tire, set my heart on fire
Until love soars supreme
When both you and I no more ire on the sly
To sully our noble name, claiming it conjures up blatant blame.

Don't tire, light up my empire
Until love lifts us above the mundane
Which envelops a somber sky
Within a world that's insane and inane.

Don't tire, don't let our love expire
Until at the opportune occasion we consummate
The love that never asks why
You and I of late separation can't decimate in any climate.

Don't tire, don't put our love on hire
Until the end of time
When speculation and serendipity slay the spy
Who claims we love like slimes who mime.