Swamp and Batter

[samyarb]

Through marsh, through swamp, 
It does not matter,
Though dark disdain,
It's her I'll flatter.                   I think this could line could somehow be rephrased, it just doesn't sound right.
Such strength my want,
So trite this matter,
It will remain,                        I like these last four lines, I think they really work.
So long I stand her.


But Love,
It's not what I'd rather.
So sweet, so sticky,
Like brownie batter.
I'll make a point,                   
Though it may be tough,
It's great, but,                           awkward but
Much too dense- this stuff.

Honestly I don't see the connection between the two stanzas. I don't see the connection between swamp and brownie batter. I don't see the connection between love and brownie batter. What is it that you are trying to say? Nothing happens in the poem, nothing changes. Except first you are talking about a swamp and then you are talking about brownie batter.