Attempts at Love

Potato soup, three ingredients but I added four 
Potatoes, cheese, broth and something a little more 
cringey action I know, confusing recipe I know 
I know.

Guitar, six strings but I played three 
Recording and singing a small melody 
cringey action I know, clueless voice I know 
I know.

Potato soup and guitar strings
made and played with my heartstrings
cringey action I know, crude rhyme I know
I know.

The secret to the maddening soup
that I almost burnt to goop?

The secret to the god awful voice
that I sang with by your choice?

I know.

I threw in a fourth ingredient,
left out three strings of six,
purely for the not-immediate,
not taste, or sound, or clicks,

Threw in love, not on purpose
Took out the excess words
That didn’t need to be said

Threw in love, like a circus
ringleader throws in a dove

I threw in love, not by choice
just because when it's for you,
I know
it's just impossible not to.