Problem

Yes, each day

Conspires to manufacture

Problem for me.

Each day,

I grapple with a smug problem

With all amore.

Holding

The vermilion of a 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.