Love's keen sting

he never ravaged my belief for a future of contentment

although my core has been exhausted for all of those who have come seeking

despite this

my consciousness persists in dwelling on magnificent souls near to

serenade me with their innermost thoughts

tendencies to rob souls of this intuition and desire for their very foundation

are seemingly prevalent

hastily cast away are these treasures for the thief lacks the taste of

fulfillment so eagerly sought out

victimized and defective we endure

reparation appears steep but duration pleads otherwise because with

seasons comes transition

equally my interior evolves perceptive from impulsive and weak

                                                                                .                                                        R.T.