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About This Poem
Habit Forming
Lead or follow, who can fathom?
some of both I do suppose,
the measure of our true devotion
lies within our very souls.
Sporadic arguments and spats,
contorted faces, angry eyes,
or reconciliations struck
lest we distrust, and then despise.
The path to joy is fraught with trials,
trying, testing constantly,
living, loving through the bad times,
seeking equanimity.
Happy days are habit forming,
colouring our lives with fun,
they'll overcome our fears and sorrows
as we reach the setting sun,
and at the end we're lovers blending,
two hearts with a common goal,
we'll defy the hurts and heartaches,
nurturing will make us whole.
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