My line unwrapped

Words all jumbled, like spagetti    
pen at start, now I'm ready  
word of love to impress a lady    
melt, her cold, cold, heart    
She that grass and you the rake    
try to groom,  to ordered state    
polishing to delicate or intimate    
somethin smokin, somethin tart    
But she's the bitch that has you fettered    
writing lines that cant be bettered    
hook, line and sinker    
in a pose, like Rodin's Thinker    
no stop button, when you start    
For that mile was so uncharted    
hesitant you stumble thwarted   
that leap of faith, in rhyme or pro's    
"And that's Rap", my soul exposed    
mindset all, in that impart  
Now I'm here I sit and reason  
for that "cool" I bin seeking  
Aladdins cave of treasures gleaming  
to change my life and sense of meaning
self emancipation in that form of art
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