Ones keep

At temptations peak, a simple keep, that lies under weight, holds breath of want, a test of knots, who hold one's heart in flame, but if given way, to time and wait, the keep will begin to fail, and gates of ash, shall fill this cast, of emptied and tired traits, stay honest, those, who wait for moments, that exist only in thought, for time is known, to break one's keep, as love can not be bought.