The Three Tale to Thee

First comes the yearning, then jealousy abound,
The heart incorrigible controls, chaos does the round,
And out comes thoughts selfish, unfriendly, unworthy,
Risks arise of being evil, almost off into unearthy.

Second comes no care, there are plethora to share,
What's with the bore, all are flawed unrare,
Let's find something else, something novel, chasing ecstasy,
The problem is in them, for I sure never fall into fallacy.

Third is slightly sweet, slightly sour, slightly friendly more,
Aspects of humanity uncover, feelings a bit truer amore,
There lies the best, the stage of goodness and sanity,
Keeping up with the world, musing on muse for a jiffy.

For the first I say deeply sorry, it's inexcusable, unutterable story,
For the second there's nothing to say, it's more like taking a path away,
For the third there's probably no harm done, human after all, I too am one,
Also, not in order they arrive, nor in order do they stay,
Learning to live itself is life, is maybe true what they say.