Logophobia

Oh how I long to hold,
Protect,
Yet still keep my morality intact.

In fact,
The desire to be on fire
Seems bred in!

But maybe I'm just
Inbred.

Wrong and right,
And black and white,
Why do we stop loving when we fight?

Should not we
Disagree,
In an order that borders on
Civility?

But perhaps ardor,
And grandeur
Accompany one another,
And perhaps weakness,
And meekness,
Cannot be second guessed.

Ipsos factos,
Give up the ghost,
And so I set these things to rest.