Measure love by its flaws
You’ll have more than an eternity to hold
Speculate about lies, only to see the beauty it can form
Shoulder pain, for its feelings are profound in high places
See with blurry eyes, for clarity bares no outcome to grow
And at the end of every day, cry once.
If not for you, for one who wishes to
For charity carries no assumptions
Of where homes should grow
Nor does the past dedicates benevolence to the future.
As honors lay lower through venerations, given by evolutions.