The Antidote

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

Things are divine. 
Tempered with time.
Constantly loving
Our ever loving minds.

No waste to erase
No impulsive, damning haste.
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 promises disaster.

No matter what you're after,
Emotions run sublime.
Love smoke's grey wafting.
Long distance costing.

Takes two to toast.
To those you love the most.
Standing in long line.
Taking their sweet time.

For all here who might shine,
Packaged and polished,
When what we really want,
To have our wants abolished.

A guaranteed promise
To solve all our problems.
Love’s a pink cherub
And a greedy, green goblin.


2/28/23
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