In Haste

Love is true, no problem here, no agitation, stress, no words that tip the applecart and leave us in distress. Unless we're careful they will come to set the cat among the pigeons, dump our lives to disarray and counteract fond intimations. In a flash we use expressions, robbing Peter to pay Paul, no regard for truthfulness as pride precedes the fall. Words in haste, and acts of malice kill our equanimity, murder love, destroy the beauty we have crafted tenderly. All at once we're lost and lonely grasping straws out on a ledge, either way our lives could tumble, lest we pull back from the edge, and fulfill our fondest wishes, indiscretions pass us by, far from danger, indecision, glad to smile and not to cry.