Love's Relief

I often think of you throughout the day,
At those moments I long for your embrace.
Despite what all my friends may think or say,
In the end I'm relieved to see your face.
You are there, always, when I need you most,
A helpful sign in my times of great need.
An ever willing and welcoming host,
The thought of your loss can make my heart bleed.
The pure white look of your smooth and cold skin,
And the cold, stony look you dare put forth,
Gives no though to what you can hide within;
Your great performance only proves your worth.
With us, no one should try to come between
You and I, My beloved, dear latrine.



In case you don't know, latrine = toilet