May 30, 2010 § 4 Comments
He held beauty in his hands carefully,
Holding it making sure not to crush it.
He caressed it with soothing touches.
Held it to the light and watched
The deflected rays if color light the room.
He stood in awe at his beauty,
Unaware of its full potential.
He called his beauty to blossom.
He handled this beauty with so much at times it hurt.
He mistook screams for sweet songs.
As his beauty grew he learned to loosen his grip.
Scared of loosing it he hid it from the world.
Growing in grey surroundings
His beauty began to look foreign.
He gave her light, love in abundance,
And reassurance of his never faltering heart.
But when finally releasing his guarded grasp,
This beauty flew away… ❤ SoE