Looking for love in the wrong homes
Yearning for the perfect love we read in poems
Both require understanding
Solutions are imperative, sometimes dividing
The existence of perfect love,
Perfected in a dove,
Pride separates hearts from receiving
Disobedience is egomaniacal, perpetually deceiving
Lust is flirtatious, likewise illusive
Casual fornication is poison, though elusive
Desiring love is normal
Courting is fundamental;
Display must be formal
Firstdate sheets lay detrimental
We pay for tickets before riding a rollercoaster
Sex is VIP to souls, making satisfaction a coaster
Why is our body free; money is more valued
Prostitution conveys the current statue
The Creator of sex stated in the manual
Believing to know best, we skip the factual
Sex is the demise of numerous relationships
Singles indulge too much,
The married lack the pivotal touch,
Folks wild out abhorring the judge
Sex, created for heterosexual marriage,
Enjoy, multiply, and defeat the adversary of percentage
Two become one, evolve into a powerhouse for storage
Lead the land, blind evil eyes through the authority of courage
If we prioritized healing more than love,
Society would clean the past with wholeness in true love
Broken hearts need gleaning,
Stained walls require screening,
Imperfect people can’t help each other
The perfect One is therapeutic; plans of a Designer
