What if love could drive a taxi?
Would precious miles and minutes go by faster?
Would love charge a fare for a trip to sample saki?
Or a rendezvous on the banksy train?
What if love would surrender,
Bow down in the transgressive rain,
Forgive excessive muddy carpet stains,
Relive memoirs garnishing a Persian interior,
What if love could whisk us back in time,
Relinquishing reticent rakish rhyme,
Once again two love birds meet,
Waffling between street and so sweet,
Embracing a long lost jungle crush,
Steamy love rising with all that crazy quilt heat,
Mending wounded patch-work souls,
Piecing together broken hearts,
Exposing token truth,
Extracted with passionate stardust,
And what about cherished rapture?
What about desire's unbridled lust?
What about enraptured love?
Capturing romance in that mixed up rush,
Ecstasy clasped to that exotic crush,
Exquisite love driving a luxurious handsome cab,
Pledging mysterious amour beside the charming sea,
What an engaging ride with jehu love that would be!