Eyes have been watching love
Heads have been thinking about love
Nose has been sniffing around love
Mouth has been chewing on love
Ears have been hearing of love

The food of love is not the food for thought
The fame of love is not the fury of secrets

Yet, eyes have not seen love
Ears have not heard love
Nose have not smelled love
Mouths have not kissed love
Heads have not calculated love

The gist of love is not the beast of love
The game of love is not the gate to love

Love has eyes not to see but to ignore
Love has ears not to hear but to eavesdrop
Love has nose not to sneeze but to breathe
Love has mouth not to eat but to caution
Love has head not to collate but to create

If love had a shape would it be a round hole or a square peg?

Today did not appear until dawn
It was not dawn until darkness was done

Nothing was done until eyes blinked
It was not an eye until sight winked

Now sight negotiates the bends it saw
It was not negotiation until the bond was raw

How did light in the morning booked itself hot
It was not booked until brains stormed the hut

They came to a halt when crows sounded raw
It was not a crow until  nocturnal melody crawled

When the morning was still an infant
Licking the dew in the coming off age
The mammaries of ivory elephants
Rode on the meridian of the cottage.
Caught off side in preliminary gates
The Prodigy of heads laid in the pristine
Caveat of affection deflected from fate
Contracted to throbs of effeminate winston

Hallowed dermis of never goddess splashed
Seduction from immaculate celibate rushed
Out of the venom of vermins ransacked
Without love license hidden by the sacked
Catwalking piece of art carved in the heart
Of the monument standing in ray of enthused cart

Distance is an asset
Installed in the heart
Seeking to reach out to affection
Trusting a feeling instead of a value
Accepted from beards in rags
New in words but senile in sight
Committed to the legacy and not the fever
Emitting a light only love can see

Screens and boards kissed after buttons stopped Pushing letters to the foreground of field work

Stretch and Yawns between switches of windows
The dialogue Payne flashed out from the right Kidney to the second liver on he lower left Quadrant of the skeleton flipped into anterior.

When mouse sniffed the cookies mistyped on the software *** on heat, the sizzling of the whiskers
Burnt brown but baked blue beneath baylis and Picked out of the shores of a hot ocean.

No walls of fire, no biogenes in the deck of the Cruise ship gliding on the waves of the seaports.

Properties of pirates stolen from drivers of small ships on the sea sold for an exchange which Moved from the piles accounted for to the lock and load unpacked from workstation to sea bin.