Her Eyes

There was a softness in her eyes,

Shrouding all her broken pieces

A delicate veil that shielded

A soft veil offering comfort, inside

And out

A veil large enough to wrap around me

But I was meant to be the one 

The one who was to comfort her with my stoic nature 

Guide her with my trailed experiences

and do everything

and do everything within my worn grasp to hold her up

Yet, despite it all, she offered me comfort

Her presence was reassuring of my existence

Her face offered promises; even if a struggled path laid before them 

Her smile was enough to warm my tired soul

Her laughter, all too rare, a welcome embrace

Her lips full of passion

Her touch a gift 

I held her as gentle as I knew how to

Her delicate veil slowly tore free

Releasing her -

and releasing me

Pain was set free

But pain was also let in. 

Ripped

Shattered

Free 

Left to finally mend, time to truly heal old wounds

There were tears in her eyes

Drenching all her broken pieces

Drenching all my broken pieces

Drenching my broken heart

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Is it Spring yet?

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Interested in reading more about her gifts? Try here and here.