The beautifully sensitive words
emanate from your tender heart.
Words of love, peace, and joy.
The anguish and loneness
are clearly seen
through the transparency
of your pastels.
It's trust, that your heart lost,
not love, cause it still flows
freely from your soul.
Trust once lost
is hard to find again.
The void that it leaves
is so deep and jagged.
It takes many years
to heel those scars.
And soften the rough edges
that were left behind.
Like the water,
washing gently upon the shore,
may love softly and tenderly
smooth those rough edges in your life.
So that once again,
may you trust in one,
and may she endeavor to deserve
your love.