Our words are always fickle,
Our feelings never settle.
Aiming to please our sickle
Hearts that have no mettle.
Give me wisdom so I will not meddle,
To know my place among the those who fondle
Love as a bundle
Of wishes that forever, never dwindle.
Give me patience so I will not tussle
With roaming hearts that love to stumble.
My numbness will make me grumble,
But the firmness will leave me humble.
I know now why I am no hurdle.
The loose ones do need a handle,
To hold onto, they are more fragile,
I let them know that they are agile.
But I too have ways to settle.
To move east when refused as a handle.
One learns words hold no valour
And ignores those who speak of honour