THE FIRST OF MY LAST PROPOSAL

THE FIRST OF MY LAST PROPOSAL

I seek an answer,

 For my question.

For a long time i thought,

You the question, and myself answer.

It’s the virtues that sought the question

And the candour shone the answer.

Together they sought out my soul

I wonder how bizarre, i am.

Answer lay unveiled in my path ,

Walked it past many more times.

Never it grown to be the vital ,

Soul seemed lost somewhere in the woods.

Then i see; A faulty question yields

Nothing, but a million traits so wrong.

Now i clearly know, what it is

You the answer, and myself the question.

It’s the question that sought virtues

The answer will always shine the candour.

Now i clearly know

And i, do have my answer.