What’s the huss and fuss?
Women legs were bred to lust
Their thighs in them men trust,
To bear children men dare not love
Child grows in spite of hate
To be bold and deny their fate,
Father’s gone to alter another child’s fate
Make a fuss
All over hate
Start the cycle over based on lust
Lose time in what men love
Lose sight in what women trust
Find lies in who men trust
Time lingering to find our fate
Kiss those we dare not love
Create huss all over fuss
Then find beds in time for lust
Wake up hurt and full of hate
Repeat fuss, lust, trust, love, and hate
Then adapt to not having trust
Adapt to not sharing lust
Become cold and hold no fate
Relieve stress without the huss of fuss
Find time to I love
Let time grow with men that love.
Women leap to not always hate
Leave those who are full of fuss
Tie life to what we trust
Let self-grasp the meaning of fate
Experience love without the lust.
Love those who haven’t tried to lust
Grow warm to those who invest in your love
Alleviate the soul it has its own fate
Combine energy not to hate
Appreciate full attention to have trust
What was all this huss and fuss?
Lust for trust that brings in
love with no hate
Love for those who never lost
your trust
Fuss for a future that creates a
better fate
