Tender affection,
wound its way,
into a silent soul,
oblivious to storms,
that raged within.
Ignored, spurned
wound its way,
into a silent soul,
oblivious to storms,
that raged within.
Ignored, spurned
Warned, threatened.
And yet, it persisted,
it stood, it waited,
with tranquil ease.
In the warmth of its gaze
the frost wore off.
A closed, cold heart
A closed, cold heart
opened and basked,
in the sunshine of gentle love…
2 comments:
Someone has known suffering in the most beautiful way...
I meant you. Do you write seriously??
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