The Antidote

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

Things are divine. 
When tempered with wine.
Constantly loving
Out of our minds.

No waste, no haste
No subtle, damning taste.
No shot that fears chase.
A calling card of given grace.

In all ways the same.
In place to play this game
A potion from the Master.
That portents our disaster.

No matter what you're after,
Emotions run sublime.
They're running even faster
When running out of time.

It now takes two to toast
To those you love the most.
Standing in long lines.
Stepping over mines.

For we who then might shine,
Packaged and finely polished.
When we get all that we want,
We want it all abolished.

A guaranteed promise
To solve all our problems.
Love’s a pink cherub
And a greedy, green goblin.
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2/28/23
​Zone
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