Why Art Thou Mad Poem by John Sensele

Love is a crested beast that spurns a feast
When on its ornated China plate lands the gist
Intended to gladden circumstances and tingle
Hearts that mingle and single out the spindle
That unleashes normal feelings which somehow
Tame courage and claim a deluge of emotions that might cow
A serene palaver and metamorphoses a romantic
Setting when seen in the context of a platonic
Affair sampled and pampered with no idea
That procrastination and obstination aren't no panacea
To an avalanche that propels love to blossom
Whether approval or disapproval tweets the lonesome
Who desires to lead a normal romantic life
Undisturbed and unfettered cos lovers deserve no strife.