Of love he whispered faint at first.
“Please tell me why  it really hurts
and why my mind is never free,
of  jealous thoughts that trouble me?”

“The problem you describe is trust,
and feelings  not of love but  lust!
Let heart and mind your spirit guide
and lead you to my love." She cried!

Seconds, then minutes  pass,
Ours, the love will always last.

A magnet and a  limerent hog
romantic, conjoined in a field.
Until that was as waterlogged
her  hog no longer appealed.