The Heart's Tell

I see a little bit of the truth each day,

I'll speak this tomorrow, yet you heard that today,

Which absolutely don't mean you can't believe what I say,

This just means that concerning my youth, 

progressively maturity outweighs.

I spend so many hours and so many days,

Refining my life for future out-pays,

Not material or worldly or fruitless displays,

The type where love and karma and beauty do play.

Yes, I see a little bit of the truth each day,

I'll speak this tomorrow, yet you heard that today

Which often, unfortunately my heart's core enclaves

For enlightenment prerequisites that I speculate

How do I adapt, do I acclimate?

Where do I seek the peace, or find what equates?

In me, in you, in love's arms we lay

Then the layers, the layers of heart's scars away.