Professed Love

Despite
your professed
love for me.

You do not have
what it takes
to be with me.

You must love
me ardently,
above all else,
for eternity.

Your on again off again
commitment cannot sustain.
Your lethargic esoteric resolutions
to constantly go or remain.

Reek of a countenance
lacking the impetus
to love ardently.

Independently attenuated requisites
stridently expressed in arbitration
lack filigree delicate verisimilitude
denoting an inarticulate sincerity.

This perihelion passion
encroaches upon zenith
isthmus stinging tornadoes
frenzied intense devastation.

poem by Terence George Craddock
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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