Had I forgotten that which I hold dear,
Like precious gold or time to not let waste,
My true loved kin and friends, whom I endear,
Those close to heart unto whom I embraced,
Should I decay like a rotting old corpse?
Forever falling into deep despair,
A darkness looming, twisting as it warps,
Whilst running further from the sun’s white glare,
However though they will not let it be,
Compassion deep embedded in our soul,
If some are selfish and will take with glee,
Then most return attention true and whole.
Suffice to say one must now be believed,
The more you love will love be found received.