For the sake of love, I strive to bridle
My temper, which turns into a crazy horse
If a string snaps on the fiddle
That unleashes my corny cross in the absence of flavor floss.
For the sake of love, I forgo faint flames
That once lit up my excitement
When upon spying dangerous dames
I lost my sense of discernment due to trickle torment.
For the sake of love, I walk on terra firma
With my pate firmly grounded into reality
Lest a mesmerizing mamma
Should subject my crib to conjugal cruelty and inappropriate immaturity.
For the sake of love, I jettison jealousy
A bane with a penchant for wet blankets
When all my spouse and I require is mercy
Without regard to tired tombola tickets and trinkets.
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