My Nix

The conversation ministry of troubled joy.
.....when time thinks,
it's an err from ageing,
when tend to improve with time;
following the perfect tune of time.
"But", he has always been my nix.

I believe to be a nitrate,
....and a mountain on the sea of lust,
yet my sea kept on reducing in the ocean,
what will be the next no-hoper;
for I am full of them.

My effort is empty and speechless,
....the righteous path is too difficult to part with,
Could not stop the nit in the hair,
for I have a righteous nit;
life is like a noble to me.
Giving me a nix answer.