There is a pain, only God can heal;
emotionally kicked in the shin;
so deep within; that I cannot reveal;
I don’t even know where to begin.
A mind is drawn in search of recovery;
but, recovery cannot be found;
gouged by the injury of discovery;
and peace can no more abound.
One, close; who would kidnap the soul;
and imprison your freedom of choice;
attempt to supplant your decision role;
and willingly take over your voice.
How can one, such as this, call you friend;
while attempting to hide true purpose;
is there ever some way, that one can defend;
treacherous thoughts, under the surface?
Loyalty confirms the depth of our love;
traitorous actions are a pestilence;
treachery wreaked havoc in Eden above;
diminished loyalty, brings consequence.
Love is not measured by logical expressions;
emotions are where it usually begins;
once diminished by disloyal confessions;
logic, itself, brings such love to an end.
Love requires a sense of implied mutuality;
each party; allowed purpose, and voice;
all is destroyed with one’s individuality;
demanding the other, accept his choice.
In Eden the Master granted free choice;
the serpent manipulated man; above.
Love insists that each one have a voice;
manipulation of emotions, isn’t love.