3-Word Prompt: Love Makes Sense

I ask you, partner:

To what extent

Are you willing to compromise,

To pay half the rent?

To give up your freedom,

Split bills 50%?

Sometimes love makes cents.

I wonder, lover:

When we’ve overspent,

Will our lust be what prevents

Our divide?

Will it be our sexual torment

That holds us together —

Our pheromones being the cement?

Sometimes love makes scents.

I feel you, soul mate:

When you’re incensed,

When you’re elated, or

When what you’ve meant

Is not understood.

There’s no need for you to lament:

We are one body and one-half of

Each other’s secret present.

Sometimes love makes sense.