Virtue is a product of compromise,

The vexing vein of self-restraint

Virtue is born of discussion when

You know you won’t go back again.


Upon your word and nor your life

That life alone now filled with rife

And awful dreams and nightmares when

Your life was short and memory brief.


My life now long, and sometimes much

Too long for me to even touch.

I haven’t now but two, but four

My efforts cannot be ignored.


I pray each night that we shall stay

Within our arms and safe we’ll sleep

Our life now entwined in such a way

I’ll sleep my love, so soft and deep.