Tasty Tomorrows Poem by John Sensele

Love peeps, sweeps and beeps
The hardest of hearts, melting every residual resistance
Through persistence, insistence without any quips
Emanating from a balance of love science

Cultivated but not veted by busy bodies
Who never mind brown and blonde business
But soak through malice and maladies
Averse to happiness, steeped in sadness

Pored through ores which bear
Ingots and cargoes love seldom inhabits
Because love and its doves wear
A crimson ribbon that tweets

Messages of love passages for hearts
That choose to cruise towards Cupid's arrows
In conformance with platonic parts
That smell and spell tasty tomorrows.