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.