Yes, each day
Conspires to manufacture
Problem for me.
Each day,
I grapple with smug problem
With all amore.
Holding
The vermilion of guideline,
She challenges me to win her love.
Whispering,
'I love you,
O'my love,
You are not a stop sign for me',
I never skive off,
I never retreat,
I chase her
With all vigour
And genuineness.