Hearts Laughter Poem by cecil hickman

Hearing my soul and heart would not be funny at all.
Even though each day I work, play and laugh they say.
All of my heartaches have come within a simple call.
Reality preys upon us all in everyway each single day.
Truth has posterity to regain its role that is always saw.
Love continues from within us growing in a special way.
Lust is there to take us astray tempting and luring for a fall.
We think that it is love, which detaches our minds and souls.
Little do we know love does not leave or discover new goals?
Each of us has loved many persons of all kinds of conduct.
Some that we wondered how we could have ever strived,
To suffice within our feelings to endure and not destruct,
Ourselves or others, innocent of our choice that we derived,
Some sort of feelings at some place in time in the past.
Our Hearts remain eager to please and retain breakage at last.