Love of the Gods

Love's a treasured direction,
A path so straight and true,
So powered in protection,
And often, long overdue.

Looking so unruly,
Young’uns comprise the batch,
Thought of blissful and truly,
The chicks about to hatch.

But looking so discretely,
A gentleman's style and flair,
Shall fail to yield completely,
A mischief stunning and rare.

The love of God shows talent,
Her beautiful body bare,
Humanity’s heaven-sent,
A job that we must share.   

That price the couple's saving,
This job of quiet pain,
The most typical, average behaving,
Is cryptic, without gain.