Pattern O’ Love

One moment, one glance,
emotions start to bubble,
One touch, then a chance,
Wild thoughts may lead to trouble,
One kiss, you start to dance,
Like flames amongst the stubble.

Then comes, some romance,
Perhaps a lift over a puddle,
You're in, your own France,
Where Pain's eased by a cuddle,
It's for them, you take your stance,
Though Your mind's now a muddle.

Yet on you seem to prance,
As you balance out your 'jumble',
Keep on going, then perchance,
It will become less o' a tumble,
Your wisdom, shall advance,




As Life continues much more humble.

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