Soothing Salve Poem by D.N. Rebb

Will you be my soothing salve?
Have your true heart be involved
Temperature's rising, like a spring fever
Turning infidels into believers

What's the nuts and bolts of life?
When purpose cuts like a knife
And plays like make-believe Russian roulette
Is then abandoned for future regret

What's objective resistance?
If truth's kept at a distance
And white lies are presented in detail
Trying to balance that delusive scale

How deep down do your roots grow?
The fire tortures below
Don't question if it's a guilty pleasure
True soothing salve to actively treasure