Thoughts on love

There’s a freak, dwells in my backyard

Sniggered with glee and harm, an attack, I unarmed, it said, what all the freaks say

Good luck with g now!

Have these inhumans, tho so pleased with themselves, never felt love?

And you choose, g, what is up to you, and always, I’ll love you, with you thoughts will be

Forever in joy, I’ll think on thee, for that is loves universe

Love is a good thing, a consequence of meeting thee

I put my boxing gloves back on, and laugh, tho its merry, a toast to life itself

❤️