Mrs Intentional

Face against the tunnel vision of love, I could feel the love as I walked past, witnessing this tunnel vision. More like obsession, beaming obsession circulating the room like a bright light. Leaving no warmth for the rest, Mrs Intentional damages one stem at a time until it roots away.
There's nothing left but laughter on such a poisonous topic,  how could we laugh, gather around,concentrating on one, Mrs Intentional.
All seeds grow, with growth they find their own wisdom, rescuing themselves from Mrs Intentional.
She walks with her conscious clear, neglecting the grand prize, clutching to her right,
Nothing wrong, wrong, and strong. She walks with wrong, she sits with nothing,
You miss the boat.

Mrs Intentional!