Though aloof of honour,
the valour
Symphony
Between 'love and self-respect'
Is consequential;
Love and pride go together
Remember,
As 'a soul within the body'
Spirits up the
living.
Let not you unhinge
This beautiful order,
It would
Lean you to the dying dignity
That being;
Put thru a disaster,
To an unending suffocation,
In quest of something,
What would otherwise
Be nothing
But the lively ordeal,
A humiliation,
Yelling in the iteration.
Though different of honour,
the valour
Love is ancillary,
When shaped in cacophony...
