Clouded thoughts of passion
Desperate needs to be
Safely held within the arms
Of ones security

Trespass on tomorrows
By all those yesterdays
Compounded by internal fears
A simple vow, allays

And hearing those three words professed
The sadness disipates
And fills the heart with strength, anew
As hopeful patience waits

Elusive as a butterfly
Is patience, at its best
But grants to those enduring souls
The blessings of the test

*a virtue is a learned gift. one that cannot be given, without having, shared, without a receptive soul nor stolen, from its possessor..it is the prize for endurance and will always remain a test to keep it. But the virtuous woman/man may see beyond the test, with the greatest of these...Love..for it endureths all things...(krissy-ism for the day).aml.k