Mysteries Of Love Poem by John Sensele

Love lives and gives glory in the cranny where you least expect
Although you search for love and her dove in all the wrong places
Expecting love to grow greener in your pantomime project
Where if luck lurks you reap and keep sentimental stresses.

Love smiles for miles not just for a while in a fondness file
But all the time you recast your focus on a romance round
Punctuated and painted in red or blue if that's your style
Developed over the years until love begins to grow on your gregarious ground.

Love lifts your spirits if you digitize and prioritize her domain
Where love grows and flows to your heart's content
Titillating your heart's home when you oscillate as you say amen
Meaning love blesses your verses when you love at the right moment.

Love cries, sighs and dies when ego tripping injures the sanctity
Love deserves and serves saplings when from the bottom of her heart love pleases
Teases and seizes every moment you dare to preach sentimental sanity
In all you do as you deal love cards free of distress diseases.