We are some in a state of thought,
We are some in the treasure of love.
The enigmas that traps our minds,
The answers that brings us to reason,
The ponderings that lead to the wonderings.
While the jealous heart sickness the soul,
While the trust of love brings a must,
While the must is of what is what, and that is trust.
In day and night they are the same,
In the conflicting words of the soul are different,
In everything is the intent that is right or wrong.
The intent of bad becoming good,
The intent of good turning bad,
The intent is the essence of all.
In which we think,
In which we feel,
In which we act.