The light that you sent me

With your good-will and your good heat that I managed to work every day unhappy that bad they stick to me.
Vulgarity and dishonest manipulation misrepresented values, my love will not die first.
Knowing values, people who know what they can offer me better; and then there's like being alienated.
There is no eternally devalue the opportune moment to give us one more chance for that rescue.
They give me clarity and a certain direction.
They give me the words I like to hear.
They love me would like to be loved.
I do not want what malefactors of literary cities daily do, selfishly, dishonestly, always wanting to do away with the joy of you, always wanting to end my joy.
They thought I just forever.
They thought they did not have return.
They continue to shout in the yards daily for minutes trying to disrupt this sweet reasoning.
The light that you sent me and send you better than you sent me.