If I lived a thousand years, and shed a million tears, it would not be enough time to uncover my love life fears. As I travel to unravel my masked up life, I unmask my own miserable inner strife. Deep down in the abyss of my soul, is where my true story will unfold. I'm still dealing the cards of a fixed up deck, so I struggle to get myself in check. I'm always playing my ace of spades, so as to smother my own selfish charades. Yours truly, is truly, and sincerely dealing with a burden down heart, and the honesty of a heart, that belongs to an existence that has a true heart. A true heart that needs a new start, one that is whole and not in part. A fraction of a part, makes it only a part, the soul gains its true power when it no longer is a part of a fraction, but makes a retraction, to gain totality in satisfaction. So as I explore the universe of my soul, I find many treasures that the old pirate wishes to behold, for he only needs to take hold, then get a religious grip, so as not to flip, or trip, maybe being caught dealing from the bottom of the deck, then ending up in another person to person love wreck. As I place priorities with prioities, the priorities become my priorities, and no longer curiosities, to my disowned inferioities. I confess up, so as not to mess up, then end up, again corrupt, prone to failure, from the lure, of my decorated deck. The true  soldiers of my heart and soul march on my inner enemies to help keep them in check. So on my love life goes in a successful direction, needing no road map to go in the right direction, tuned and running with almost pure perfection. Perfection not in the terms of perfection but a more unique connection, about as good as a tuned up engine can run in correction.