It’s a virtue that everyone sees as really worth praising
The valiant efforts put forth as the reason for succeeding
All can certainly see its value and it’s why they put heart
Especially when the outcome can be compared to an art
But what happens if it seems to fail to deliver?
When what you thought simply falls short of the result it can muster?
Doubts start to gather and you ask what was missed or went wrong
Knowing deep inside that the motive was sincere and the drive was strong
Is the end result really what tells whether or not it was truly tough?
Many will say so even adding that maybe it was mere bluff
It’s so quick to put blame when one decides to withdraw from it all
Not even thinking what happened in between or what took its toll
Times simply change and with it, this alone may be obsolete
Which is why what’s expected may come incomplete
Tis not to say that the virtue itself no longer has any value
It just needs to be joined by newer methods and begin anew
Recalling those times when it succeeded in what could seem small
A point to remember that by such fact it can make one stand tall
It can still pay off but maybe not in the way that might be expected
What’s unforeseen could be friend or foe it’s worth being noted
Alone it may not last and it should not be ignored
Passion, cleverness and many others can help make a mightier cord
Constant turmoils need more than one virtue as times get rough
Evidently shown when hard work itself is just not enough.

Never before,
Rain drenched so pleasing
Moon appeared so angelic
Soil smelled so alluring
Air passed so graceful
Sky floated so beautiful
Calmness felt so sublime
Never before

Silence exists
In coded virtue
Reflected a new dimension
On translation
The sage said

Her impression of love
was nothing but...
A bar less prison
Sad!
She had a hateful
Perception ov love
A dead fateful lie
Cold as a sarcophagus...

How wrong she was
To think *** was love
And love was ***...
My ex...

Her mother would die for her
But she had never
Laid her down
On a bed of pleasures of the flesH
For true love
Isn't sensually sentimental
But unconditional.

She was wrong yet so strong
With legs wide open
Weakened by desire
She gave it away...

Her perception of
love was nothing but lust
And trust which left her in the dust
And she always thought
love didn't last
Cuz she was lost
So she lost
Something he needed
on the honey moon!