life to me

Thinking-Wondering
What is love what is life
like a badgered old goon
seduced by her charm like a lonely lard loon
infested-teeming with time
though prudish,mere shining ever gliding shere lime
She stalks near betray
which is left of her pray
resuming all that once was
consisting-resisting
ignoring the attraction
of a hearts pleading contraction
soon no fiddling fission
all but winding waddles kissing
as she deaden dovish dangling astray
and plunder priding prisoners at bay
for life was never ment to mend the pure at heart
nor asend those failing to start
mere to endure,to enchant
to dance devilishly
to excite exceedingly
to wonder wonderously
I want to love
I want to live