Time flies like the wings of a Hummingbird, fast and yet still in one dimension,one mind.
Fleeting is the love that we make, acquired, yet always sifting like sand through an hourglass.
Why can we learn NOT from past transgressions, but turn our souls inward to the peace and tranquility of loves domain.
Why must we be sheltered by our inner thoughts and feelings, drawn to those we cannot posses, even though we would be bettered by their presence.
Alas, I speak to thee my crippled heart, let my bonds of meekness be purged from the fires of thy imprisoned Hell.
Let me speak thy tongue filled with love for thy requited soul.
Fortify my courage and emancipate my soul.
Let me waiver NOT within my committed thoughts, and may thy strength encourage me to speak thy needed truth.