I've heard the world can spin on hate
while resting on pure joy,
I think the likely tact to take
might foil the task we ploy,
but better yet, for fate and all
that love spins down to rest,
bringing comtemplation, calling
out our very best.
Forgive while I project
at trying to understand the trying
times that pull the clock
into directions that frustrate me,
my love is still here,
maybe while I contemplate
my best will come through years...
my likely world will spin through hate
and come to rest on joy,
while the likely tact to take
thankfully foils my ploy,
'cause better yet, for fate and me
that loves spins down to rest,
bringing comtemplation, finally
bringing out my best...
copyright 2008 Rose Loya