If too much words are spoken
And the great strive of the weak be broken
For such too much pride is a broken bone
Always hovering your gracious day
Yet this will soil another day
To love and be loved in a gracious day
And the many great minds that my in wait
Could struggle to smile at you
A key to a lover's heart is pure
In such purity and it endures
Any speechless soul is sure to pour
To the amazement of this selfish pride
Too many words my friend,when said
Is wastefully sung to the dead
Its like some might in a suddened earth
Endlessly rejects a too much lust.

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If we speak too much or overreact against the common values,we become rejected selves in any eye.