No Yield To Defeat In Our Love Field Poem by John Sensele

If my daylight transmuted into the night
You taught me to put to the test
I welcome with care a chance to taste the delight

That in my heart you pressed
At night to bring us together
As we stood akimbo, blessed and impressed

In contexts where we could weather
Any storm crazy enough to tag along
Meaning on you and I to lumber bother

Strutting its soporific stuff in a sing song
Overflowing to the brim with intent to disturb
Sentiment and affection preserves that grew strong

In terms of tone, quality and blurb
Ensconced in your curly hair lock
In the morning in my crib to curb

Desires to cause havoc
Once the mood ripened to break
The ice and with determination rock

The boat in which stress came
With an acquired taste for trouble
On you and I to claim

We intended to raise rabble
On a piece of intelligence we chose to depend
To lay a rose bouquet on a marble

Pedestal we strove to defend
On the platform where we build
Love that no force on earth can end

For we don't intend to yield
To blackmail of the most egregious kind
Regardless of the arsenal busybodies deploy to strafe our love field

Because we sow love, germinate love and harvest love to grind
Happiness in our thoughts, actions and plans drawn in our mind.