Life has changed in almost every single way
It's become rather jocular from disarray
There is no more pussilanimous me
I won't take this recumbantly
I used to be the flotsam floating in the lake
But the atrophy of my heart no longer counts down to my wake
I've gleaned my sanity back from my mordant past
My frenetic stratagem doesn't seem so ludicrous at last
My speranza has incarcerated the source of my grouse
She's helped me realize the home is not always a house
I've never let anything get me nettled
I'm past all that and push down the pedal
Nothing pecuniary is incumbant with her
Just moments with her to which I always refer
There's no more exigency in the newfound bastion of my chest
The concord of our heartbeats consummate us to our best
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