To You of True Heart

Let not nature's true hue leave your skin,

throw your life into a trash bin.

Do not say that life is cruel,

nature's true colors to make you through and through.

Life is what it is, not what you perceive it to be

though in time's hole you may color the honeybee.

Every season passes you by,

and every sigh a hint of eternal bliss...

do not strike me dead with a scythe

nor bite me with aspy teeth.

You give too much and in giving too generously,

you fire evil's engine to juggernaut ways,

stay, stay the course for my while,

I will unskin my soul ro Hide.