My struggle

[Luaseuda]

Deep within my soul a sensation grows
Yet complications have rendered it bare
Faithfully I devote my energies to eliminate my woes
Growing as I have I truely care.
However, my soul is just the ground
Roots of my sensations are anchored there
For therein my heart, the bud is to be found
In my mere mortal mind these impulses stir.
Hence I percieve that my flower will soon wilt
Often times I doubt the sincerity of my heart
As predicted I begin to concieve the thoughts of guilt
This has always been a test in my path.