Fragile goods
#2 of Amoris Obscuro (Love Poems)
Poem on love and such
Here my heart sits, in a box high up on a shelf all alone, save for its broken self. Isolated from all the rest. Perhaps, in the end, that is only for the best.
On it's side fragile is stamped in red, but most never payed any attention to what it said. They never treated it with tender care as they should, so now it is nothing more than another damaged good.
But one day you found were I had taken flight, and led me gently out once more into the light. I lay shattered deep inside in my refuge to finally from the world hide
All the kings horses, and all of his men couldn't ever hope to put me back together again Yet you alone picked up my heart as if it were an angle's feather, and somehow put all the countless pieces back together.
You may be as common as a village farmer, but to me you are my knight in shinning armor Who rescued me form the insidious blackness of my mind carrying me off into a new dawn as we left it behind
With every word you staunched my endless pain and with every kiss you ensured that your love would remain As I watch you sleeping soundlessly across from the bureau I can't help but smile at the sight of my long lost hero