Swamp and Batter

Through Marsh, through swamp, It does not matter, Though dark disdain, It's her I'll flatter. Such strength my want, So slight my clamor, It will remain, So long I stand her. Love, It's not what I'd rather. So sweet, so sticky, Like brownie batter. I'll make a point, But it may be tough, It's great, but Much too dense, this stuff. The urge to urge. Browning's "Life in a Love". My nerves on nerves. I'm sure -- I've done enough.