My Love In Novel Fashion Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Cherry, lay down your good vibrations
And set aside the pulsing ivory
To dwell awhile on lost love's agony:
My thousand sighs and approbations,
The high desire of futile aggravations,
Running fast and loose in febrile alchemy.
Slow down I pray and pity my calamity
That you and I may match our perturbations.

Thy cheeks are stars to my astrology:
Let me then chart celestial motions
And synchronize our joint devotions
Pure as the naked heavens, majestic free -
With I thy Galileo in discovery -
In mutual orbit with your ecstasy.