My root for now

A man and his lover
A slow walk home in each-others arms
Laughing and talking
Talking just to fill the silence

To walk everyday in normality
Or as normal as i perceive

The root of any man
Is of course the heart
Small enough to fit in your pocket
But the world is too small
To fulfill its desires
Its longings and ambitions
Contentment is merely acceptance

I've watched the hearts of men
Destroy the ones they love
Kill without reason
Sell themselves for
Part-time betterment
Fickle endeavours of the heart

The root of man
Holds also the greed of man
The rise of many and
The fall of every man

I have been all these men
My heart has taunted me
Provoked and claimed me
A man of strong heart
Will always walk a path of hazards
A heart outweighs the following brain
In a man whose root is pure
Pure of hate, love or greed
The heart chose not to choose
But enhance the willing fibres

I am the man, walking home
Talking to fill silence

So rest my heart and be at peace
For this is now your normality

The greed and hate
Forced to subside
 For now
   It's pure
       Of love.