Aromatic Fart

Love is supreme is the tale shared with me above all set standards and restrictions. But it isn't compelling toy case, such a glibly word. Be contented with no complaints is what I'm being fed with. But my needs aren't met. For how long will I endure? Till death? Such a hazardous food. Patience is virtue is what I'm being taught. A word is enough for the wise, but it has transformed me to a fool. Enough! of all this aromatic fart. ©Hazzan Writes @Inscriber of the Dew