All that I love
I hate just as much
Like hugging and kissing
Fake caressing touch

Public display of affection
Out in plain sight
Get a room I say
Seriously? Broad daylight?

Driving your car?
Your lovey text can't wait?
Swerving and driving slow
Crashing will be your fate.

Drunk with love
Makes a man stupid
If that arrow was real
Shoot more, Mr. Cupid

Who kills flowers?
Romantics that's who
Give her a big steak
That's what you do

A heart filled with chocolate
Yea, that's real class
She'll eat it all up
It goes straight to her hiney

Those bottles of wine
Yes rotten grapes
Better off with tea
and a plate full of crapes

Who needs lovey dovey
Its mooshy and all
I'd rather keep
My blow up doll.

'All that I love, I hate just as much' says a lot about the struggles of physical life itself !? The struggles we go through somehow become the Gold that we Love and take with-us into our next (more spiritual)level of existence ?? Food for thought ?! Johnny