I cut my sleeve and make you a hat
To block the sun that hangs above
Why be upset when a back is pat
When you I love my luminous dove

Thank the poets that spend the day
In so loving bid to rhyme your lips
Socked in honey of the words I say
Do not bar who lick their fingertips

For passers-by who examin you
May you be one shiny piece of art
Let them have some morning dew
From freshness of a muse's heart

With tolling bells the birds do sing
And daffodils too dance with grass
Tell them to bring a wedding ring
And play sweet melodies on brass

The ones headless of what you feel
Are with Mills & Boons laden a cart
One symphony of two hearts is real
While on one beat they dance apart

As smoke does give the fire away
You sure are deemed my lone dove
Yes! they will testify some good day
That, who we love is who we love!

This is a satirical response for Ana Lisnic's poem "More Than Love."
Please read the original poem here:
www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/nitta/more_than_love

Saif U'Lah - 02 October, 2007