Test of Virtue

Strain to find a second heartbeat

Don't know you yet, so long 'til our eyes meet

Is this pleasure, or is it pain?

Grief-striking loss, or disastrous gain?

This will put an end to all my plans

The little me, my hair, my hands

But if it's not there the plans are worth nil

No happy encounter could defeat the ill

thoughts that ravage minds without peace

Who've lose a part of themselves, at least

If not more, a reflection of their being

Has been stolen away from eyes unseeing

It's not right to lose an innocent, so young

It's not fair for a life unstarted, now done

But if alarms were all false, and I was wrong all along

Then back to my old life, all love now gone

No measure of faith for scales in minus

No way to put the dead past behind us

Though a bump would signify uncountable strife

There is no future without new life

So, hand on my hope, as I wait for the test

Wait for a purpose from all of this mess

Though it'd wreck everything, I honestly say,

I wish it would be yes anyway.

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