‘You tangle it not!’

In your queries I seem to find
answers to calm my troubled mind
tough as the questions may be
I’d rather discard them, set them free

Serenity stills the storm in me
for your confessions are charming, candid
your honesty- appealing, more than vivid
it is as nice as nice can be

In awe and respect I be too
of your lucid wish to pursue,
this camaraderie with such effortless rhyme;
for complication is vice; not so here, not this time.

As for the heart, it may grow
more pliable as culprits come or go
with every gash it may get dry
but kinder to those not evil or wry

Indeed insightful intuitive it is
and once another’s free from posits
in avalanches then the affection flows
unchecked then its empire grows.