Sylvia Poem by John Sensele

Ouch! I vouch to slouch on my compassion couch
On your back I inflict pain
Hurting the sensitivity in the pouch
Where compassion and empathy I drain

Acting cocky
Loving less
My tenderness growing rocky
Snapping into your sentimental space

When you grow weary
Pleading for more care
At the moment your visage travels teary
‘I miss you, you declare

On your knees you plead
My heart walking out on you
As I became a twit indeed
Sipping the clueless cue

I wear on my sleeves
Acting peevish
Drifting into wanton winds like leaves
Swimming in whirlwinds flown feverish

In letter and in spirit
Allowing our love to drift away
Caring less for Cupid's writ
When eventually to your heart I find my way

Flying into your arms
Hugging you like mad
In February on farms
Where once more we vowed never to grow sad and bad

No matter the circumstances
We navigate
In mild or severe instances
We encounter in feelings fate furnishes at our gate

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