Love Language Liberates Lovebirds Poem by John Sensele

Love language seldom understood
Befuddles boys and girls
Men and women from a nuptial neighbourhood
Whose showy shadows caress kinky curls.

Love language seldom speaks nonsense
For lovebirds in a hurry to neck
Though reason urges common sense in its defence
As a gourmet groom into his bride's mouth pops a connubial cake.

Love language seldom couched in soft nothings
Whispered in ears too deaf to hear
When hasty hands strip her stockings
Lest the dame should manifest fear.

Love language seldom values Valentine vestiges
Once February turns the corner
Until a brand new account of 365 days envisages
A visit to shower scarlet sandals on a perfect partner.