Let`er Rip

Churn that meaty chunk
grilled looking like a hunk,
his looks charming and fine
worthing more than a dine.

His succulent words so smooth,
his presence thy soul sooth;
poetically thy heart's concealed,
inking emotions unrevealed.

Turning thee in circles
making frowns and wrinkles,
upsetting his such insensitivity
dragging long on eternity.

Grip tightly now thy heart
and rip it out wide apart,
bidding good riddance
for pushing long thy patience.