Comfort passe

The second half of joy
is nothing but a ploy,
It is a kind of decoy,
in the search for a convoy,
While it is shorter than the first,
In experience, it is versed,
But, it is also coerced,
and, after heartbreak nursed,
It's all I have today.
In love, I stay aweigh,
The smile in my lips convey,
Comfort can never be passe. 

Early Bird

Forever might be short,
For a life worth living,
While a purpose we court
Time is not so forgiving.

Forever might be overrated,
In love and in life,
While many are fated,
For togetherness, in rife.

Forever is double edged,
in comfort and complacency,
In between them wedged,
Is the heart in vagrancy.