Love Is A Good Mixture Poem by Naveed Akram

Love is the fountain of grace, overflowing like water and ice,
Philosophers gather and scatter, around the mountain.
Then the trek is long, troublesome, and an ordeal of duration,
Men matter towards the end when England appears in earnest.
The manhood of a certain spring in heaven caresses landscape
And seascape at Devon, finishing the awe of a day in Liverpool.

My haste beckons the hasty, like the kingliness of a man in luxury,
His scholars fight with words of wanderers, including a brand new
Authority, of wordsmiths and blacksmiths, who instigate fear into
Themselves, like iron and steel are a good mixture, too fine a coin.
Many have trampled on blooming stars, fixed in the gusty ground,
Leaves fall to them with xylem and phloem tissue pure and tight.