Friday, September 25, 2015

The quietude of the interlude...

It's easy to love 
when all is well
So easy to be happy
While protected by a shell

It's the trials in life
that test our tenacity
and truly asses
our heart's capacity

Patience is a virtue
or so I've heard
Control an illusion
with a bit of poise inferred 

The true test comes
with living life on life's terms 
To dig in the dirt
without disturbing the worms

I can say I love you
as if it were my identity
But I won't actually mean it
If I loose my serenity






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