Stubborn Stance Poem by John Sensele

Caress the lass, said I
In moments when my mind couldn't comment
On aspects of romance whose dance could fly
Back to packs of kisses that ended a torment

I bought for a thoughtful move
To address the stress
I endured in a lure groove
When I could press for progress

On plans to run away from a clan
That opposed the rose
I'd plucked not by luck to ban
Their insistence and persistence to cause

A delay in negotiations that in their view
Advanced the lance
That brought into question anew
Serious doubts about stubborn stance.