Plane Rough Edges Of Love Poem by John Sensele

Every now and then, when love catches me unawares
I struggle to break free
To sneak free of unbidden glares
From a pesky glee

When love grows fickle
Taking my breath away
Dwindling its attention to a trickle
Whose feet of clay

Make me plane rough edges
Love displays in the behavior
Monitored and featured on pages
Where love's savior

Longs to enable a smooth ride
Love bestows on lovers
Once I get matters in my stride
Assuming the status of prime movers

To chart a new course in which love thrives
In optimal conditions of pressure and temperature
As the concept of love arrives
On the scene to grant my lover and I a future

We deserve to blossom
In theory and in practice
As our twosome
Who does our love justice

With flying colours
For my lover and I to breathe a sigh of relief
As my love vectors and scalars
Soar to the loftiest height without any further beef.