Master of my Heart

Chest to chest our hearts are one

     Love isn’t a race but I feel I’ve won

          The one who will listen when

          I can’t hear my own self think

     Out of an open mouth roars

Silence so loud-I couldn’t possibly speak

     The master of himself isn’t strong

          Strength is to lord over others

          Self mastery doesn’t take long

     Let go on your hold of expectations

Then, plan for the best; accept the wrong

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