Love that delivers

Let’s sandpaper our love;
It’s surface is too rough
For my liking;
It’s as rough as a road
With potholes and bumps;
That make driving on it
A night mare;
What kind of love is this?
I don’t want the jitters
I am having;
Is that what love should be?
I want it no more;
We must sandpaper it truly;
It has to be smooth
And productive.
Love that delivers the goods.

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