If In Your Eyes Poem by John Sensele

If in your eyes my curves have depreciated
If in your eyes my breasts have sagged
If I your eyes my beauty has emaciated
Don't turn me into a punch bag; take me back to my parents, Mr Gagged.

If in your assessment I'm no longer the queen who swept you off your feet
If in your assessment ATM outwits, outperforms and outdoes me
If in your assessment my meals no longer taste sweet
Don't pour acid on my face; just let me be.

If in your opinion my conjugal services no longer meet your expectations
If in your opinion my heart shaped face has become too familiar
If in your opinion my care, attention and mission no longer fit your romantic aspirations
Don't disfigure me, do I make myself clear?

If in your dreams I no longer feet your love parameters
If in your dreams I should be a clone of Cleopatra
If in your dreams I no longer send your titillating love letters
Don't embarrass me; revisit your love mantra.