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.

Just like the first
hit that brings thirst.
Love smoke wafting.
Rabbit hoax costing.

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

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
Then a greedy, green goblin