Poetry: Persuasion is Not Compulsion

There can be a very good reason for our persuasion.
Persuasion is a part of our soul's last past equation.
Its persuasion can be strong, or gently left still weak.
Follow love. It's only soul's persuasion, not invasion.

Persuasion leaves the changeless all still unchanged.
Persuasion never calls for you, not to be not really you.
On occasion it's better than truth's harder scarred shove.
Persuasion is never just an emptiness of its perfect love.

Its influence is not a colourless ribbon to wear unaware.
Never allow persuasion an occasion to compare its share.
Never allow yourself to be all persuaded, all away to stay.
Swayed today in every which way to obey its say in despair.

One day I was not being my real self within my old self.
I was persuaded to do many other, not really me things.
Things that I didn't really want to ever do as me to see.
Persuasion is an art form, often used to transform itself.

Why did I give in, lost in my angry held onto contempt?
Bringing me much pain in such long lasting sad regret.
Persuasion leaves not from love ever as empty illusion.
Persuasion comes alive, from love's full driving inclusion.

Love not from persuasion, but allow love to be set free.
Love never needs persuasion to plea for it to yet be.
Love's love is much deeper. Accept its raw truth in you.
Persuasion is compulsion, when coming from you askew.