Do you love...

Do you love me for me?
Or, is that a reel waiting for the slow moving sloth to un-weave. 
What do the oddities of towering Sodom as far as the eye can see leave each person casting aloft gazes through my chi?
Is it just my looks? 
My books stacked tightly like crooks within a whimsical mind, I'm shook. 
Do your casting love supercede the ebonies conclusive to bees, harrowing harpies versus kings, thrones constructed.
Unrighteous it seems, pain so deep the elders feel the wasp stings.... no 
Slightest each remiss to kiss such an obvious lisp of emergent energy. 
Choatic so to miss 
Whats an obvious bishop casting sword to diss the hip of fighters that hiss such shady.
For an umbrella of suede
A love for me can only be what is likely to beseech. 
Leave ya sour grapes for those gossip apes to eat. 
Simply because we are meant to be.
Time to lean on a glow only love within ones truth to wean.
Granted, a lovely team.