The Nerve

Much winning,

Needed feeling.

And this freeing,

From this being.

When it is yet,

Is when I fret.

When it is ready,

Can't hold steady.

Yearning for the loss,

While making the toss.

Willing for the real win,

Delivery from the sin bin.

Ought I not consider all the risks?

The ramifications or ratifications?

I have the nerve, for I am of love,

They all turn to look, we don't run.

They talk, we walk.

While behind their hands, they whisper,

Within our hearts our true love glimmers.

Or could they be lost?

It is us, are they cost?

They say; there's another way,

I say; but you are my better day.

Give me your hand and show them we will soar,

In envy see how they land, till their butts are sore.

Kiss me dear and have no fear,

They'll steer clear and won't come near.

Hug me honey, and don't ever let go,

The looks, funny, envy has taken hold.

Let's make love, for we have the nerve,

Such lot, looking daft it will properly serve.

Listen to that! That I will die,

What do I say? That they lie.

I love you, I want you.

Marry me and be true.