Untitled #2 Poem by Marbet Daniel

I wish you'd understand
how it feels to be in uncertain stand
not to know your fate,
a dilemma state,
that can bore liking loving or hate,
if this you'd know,
that the furthest I'd wish to go
beyond where mare eyes can go,
through the toughest paths I'll walk
even with the pain of a sword I'll endure
if its the only way to this heaven.

All my best I assure,
though be it the least
but the best of it to give
faithfulness
the virtue that sounds mare
to a bomb it can compare
not a single doubt will emerge
not a word that wont be direct.
Off all I afford this is the least,
but the surest,
In cold my arm a source of warmth will be
In weeping a shoulder for support to provide.