The Fuss about Love

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