Love in hands’ sake quivers with a heartquake, hoping forever after shocks no one. ; )

Oh, Roo, please do not let some miff-sniffs turn your feelings down;

Under the weather merits no more than a fleeting frown.

No Rudolph for your snout! And, one-eighty that cursed, pursed pout!

Show those bluenoses how southies hop right back on the trail.

Whose fuck is for a Canuck? Kangas ever out-kick fail! ; )

Valentines may dream of warmed hearts in Paris,

Where gentleman hold promise on bended knee.

Though, forget not lorette’s love story of ice—

Selling to survive for a soul-crushing price.

Hence, whether one is of pair or holding door,

Not all melt is fine-felt regarding amour. ; )

Soars almost a swarm,

Yet uniquely calm,

Strike at unknown points

As awe becomes dwalm.

Chaotic order

Thus reflects in mind:

Paths just may be right

That one cannot find. ; )

When I was but a bantling, I would pooh-pooh that yellow bear whenever he proceed to, “Think, think, think.”

Now that I use my senses for battling for better, cogitations sweeter than honey do link-link-link. ; )