Oliver Lovedeath

He asked them to write
     a poem about Love

which just about
   did stump him
       from the start
For all he ever knew
   that was real,
     blessed and true, 
was the Love
   that he did feel 
for his art, always ideal

Woodcraft was
     his chosen art
and over time
     he did grow smart

like mathematicians 
   with crystal meth
he grew to yes,
       indeed, Love death
 
For every branch
   lopped off was dead
but Oliver had
     within his head
the very wise of
   what it took
to make this thing     
     something to look
upon it
   like a piece of treasure
giving pleasure
       without measure
 
And so he widdled
   and did rasp
away the bark
      all which did clasp
through fibers
   that did bind good
Behold,
       the perfect heartwood!
 
You see, it is there
   the wood grain flows
and the wise
     amongst us know
that the strength
   is in the heart
and always has been
        from the start
 
So Love did not
   stump Lovedeath
whom could make
      a stump to Love
But he did agree
  with Futurama's
       opinion about "wuv"
 
That it confuses
   and infuriates
and set's one's blood to boil!
So here's to
   Oliver Lovedeath
       with Love like olive oil