A Fond Thought
A fond thought,
kept so secretive,
rarely waves its goodbye;
close hearts are driven apart
by an unseen force very negative,
unable to unmake their destiny...
Love gives strength,
when everything else
provides no solid hope,
and as we aimlessly grope
our way up a slippery slope:
with the illusion of finding a treasure of glaring gold;
is indulgence gratified by our hasty ways of pertinence...
forgetting to be excessively lenient?
A fond thought,
once vivid and unfought,
loses its meaning through incertitude,
by attempting another substitute;
emotions are steeped in truthfulness
and devotion is built on mutual faithfulness,
if these don't exist,
trust cannot persist...
The loveliest thought
brings two together by a perceived concept;
take it away from them, with vehemence,
and they'll show great intolerance...
A fond thought
conveys no contempt;
it only imparts its sincerity,
when it attains clarity...
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2007
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