We Leave With One Agreement Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

My heart does not accept tryouts.
Or auditions for its affections.
Nor will those who come for a glimpse...
To apply inspections,
Receive or gain entry.
Its sincerety will not become defected.
Or compromised.
Not by the whims of those believing,
It is not genuine!
It is.
And protected it stays.
Those days of giving in to give up to break,
Are gone.
All mending has succeeded.
And it will not again bleed,
Unnecessarily!
Or walk around blinded to become victimized.
Eyes are open now and connected to the mind.
Anytime my heart chooses to go into conference...
We meet and decide whose interests,
Will not be set aside.
Or go into a darkened corner to hide.
And we leave with one agreement...
My happiness is a treasure that will not be sampled!
No matter who wishes to trick it,
And leave it with no one to confide.
That has been done and tried...
Lifted and removed from those disguises.