For Love of It

“For love of it” we try, with hoping to bely;
(Pentameter iam - bic keeping us from mum)

The ever present lure, in doubt forever sure;
The pulling ever out, the wishing self to flout.

The fear that should it come, we'll wish we had been mum;
and pesky errors hint, of time for lesser lent.

Yet joy and love combine, and give lie to malign;
In all the sentiment, the hint of what is meant

is more than rationale, that human spirit pall;
But draws from childish glee revealing more of me

A fearful prospect that, a tipping of the hat;
Abandon is the way, else never we will say

that truly in our heart, which pride can ne'r jump start;
But resignation wise, replaces truth for lies.