The muse of life!
Of the rational arguments here and there;
And, of your intensions and willingness,
But, try to abreast yourself with the Facts of life.
Signals!
Moving faster than expected;
But, devoid with acrimony when my baby talks.
Words of hope!
When can we get them everywhere?
For, the concordance is like the clock of our lives.
Cohesiveness!
With the staus-quo of the conceptual;
And, with compatriots at hand to touch my heart,
With the words of hope against the mounts of pressure.
The muse of life!
You are the Backbone of my love;
Nest, honest!
Seeing your face with love this morning.
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