The pattern of this life is rife with maze;
What shalt thou do in the wake of it all?
I say, let paths be chosen by the heart,
Echoed by actions made to forge its width
And heavy steps to forge in truth its depth.
Let me touch thy bod,
Roll my fingers down thy skin,
To err is human’s pathed design,
To forgive is to open way to harm;
But harm builds character of heart
To those sans morals in their souls.