maple sap in addressing the public

love poetry, that slippery knave
my words thrive only in anguish
but with you my afflictions drift far away
and i fear i may float off the planet

for nothing's amiss with your hands on my hips
and my heart is as light as your name on my lips

all i want to write is some rhyme-y bullshit
here's to us saps who just can't get a grip