116: One’s {most-
Ly random swagger looks on marriage as a catch that alters one’s worth unknown to
The equipped} naysayers: They encourage tasting more —
Never coerced by impediments of stars or human form, fixed on this mark: Love is not love;

Nothing shakes them or me like love following its rosy doom. That’s if I’m not hit by what I feel in the a.m. Then, if only, I believe you, I’m a fool no man ever loved...

But let me take our love’s temperature — wanderings of your true mind prove

We’ll be hitting a few heights in a few weeks, a few brief hours while others admit to softer, more musical alterations.

Love is no fool. Love goes overboard as if water lilies kick off their boots and women come to rule. Love’s bent bears it out, removing

The edge to lips and cheeks.