There's no more an opportune state
Then the reception of graceful bliss
A sweet liberation from  the painful whip of a broken heart, that a boy would grip.
Whilst the struggle for preservation
Of my inner peace and thwarting the
Cancer that was a growing self loathing candor.
Is vague, was this delivered by a dare?
It must have been, with the sudden and swift release from captivity- a rather sensuous butterfly wanting to drift
From the soundly healing rancid tumor
None can be certain to remedy that is set in stone- this is possibly because none is in existence, but just a spent resolve noted in trust.
Trust which lies in a number of measures and entities, like the humbling pleasures denied from the comforting breath of nature's grace.
An energetic revival that is seated in whimsy and an off beat kiss, bringing positive greetings and bright accounts- an end to the insipid plight.