Love is a fart in the sheets
That chokes your chuckles
Love is a well-timed cry
That halts your orgasm.
Love is a snore and a ceiling
And well worn lingerie.
Love is a squeaky old door
That leads to a bed or an office.
Love is a tired, dimmed wedding ring
Strangled daily by a fattening finger.
Love is a badly sang song
That sounds better than Sonatra.
Love is dentures and spectacles
That smile at tiny little feet.
Love is discouraged, fallen breasts
That guard a grey and faithful heart.
Love is many Harmattans.
Love is Rain. Love reigns.
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