A Sweet War: Aim and Tame

Love lasts as coffee percolates - a poem.

Sores and their coverages never do break;
Into these - pale - we’d completely forsake.
The sassiest droops shall lead to a shake.
A wearable smile saying now we’ll partake. 

How to encapsulate such higher lows...
For quite a few instances, flavor like those.
The veil of uncertainty stays put and grows.
A shadow sufficient to cross up our toes.

For now we aver that they really must chime.
Plumb a sweet taste and conceive the sublime;
A checkered flag waving; we do every time.
A victory happens, does ease every crime. 

A wonderful tally, an offer so pleasin’...
The height of analysis, practice, and squeezin’.
We thrust on the prowl, engaged as we’re teasin’.
Models exquisitely charmed for a reason.