Deeply in Love With the Man, Not the Feet

Your feet are a separate entity from you;
Apparently, evil comes in sets of two.
I know you can't help that your feet sweat;
That they leave your day's socks soaking wet.
But, I have never smelled such a terrible smell;
An odor I swear comes straight from hell.
I am so deeply in love with the man;
But, of his feet; I am not a fan.
I can stand ordinarily the scent of B.O..
But, from the heel to the toe;
Those stinky feet just have to go!
The evil even eats through your socks and shoes;
Smelling as bad as a toxic ooze.
I swear to you, it is not a lie;
Your rotten feet would make a podiatrist cry.
They are only accepted by your mother;
Aside from her; there is no other;
Who can face the agony of the feet;
They'd make any army of grown men retreat!
There seems to be no solution;
To your cause of air pollution.
I love the man more every day;
And, together we will forever stay; but, I wish his feet would detach from him and run away!