49.

My life began, and ended with you.

Temporary love memories, I was reaching a high with you.

What comes up, must come down.

What one loves, is what one hounds.

And, what one searches, must eventually be found…

I knocked, and she answered.

I plot, and he tampered —

Some force, not wanting us to go deepest.

His lies are cheapest.

& His cries are fiendish,

Disrupting a truthful conversation of fondness.

I ponder, for what makes up the eternal truth to a silent soul.

Wanting to hear your heart to speak,

Provides elated peace.

As these things I hold,

Values and growth,

In which I want you to know.

Only the lord will know, how this all unfolds, I suppose.