The Antidote

​Your loving gaze,
In so many ways.
Let me count
That loving amount.

Things are divine.
Constantly loving
Out of our 
Ever loving minds.

No haste.
No waste.
No subtle, damning taste.
No shot that gives chase.

Takes two to toast
Who loves you the most.
Stand in long line.
Wait your sweet time.

Just like the first
Hit that brings thirst.
A love smoke wafting.
A golden hope costing.

For all you have shined,
Packaged and polished.
When you get what you want,
You want it abolished.

Guaranteed promise
To solve all your problems.
Love’s a pink cherub
And a greedy, green goblin.