There’s a history of heartbreak
tucked in the creases of her eyes,
a museum of the moments,
that she’d watched just pass by her
and each tear that escaped her,
held the things she’d left unsaid.
So the words she’d never spoken,
stained her dampened cheeks instead.
It’s going to take away,
and it breaks my heart,
the attack of sound.
I’m falling apart,
sorry that I can not save,
Everything is going against us,
fragile our base of kisses,
we smother it with a scream,
And how to explain,
I love you and I dream about you,
your warm touch of love.
Two hearts seek a voice,
Through the clutter of choice.
Though discordant beats heightens,
And the music is not yet ripened.
They seek the master conductor,
With a maestro wield as instructor;
Who Makes harmony of warring tunes,
And From noise, a melody is pruned
Soon the voice did come,
Laced on sounds from the drums.
Bringing our feet to a stand,
Making a dance not planned.
From chords that makes hearts beat,
And melodies that makes motion on seat.
Comes a rhythmic dance amid the chaos.
And two souls are soothed, and made as us.
She gazed at him
Searching his soul
through the window of sparkling blue eyes,
pondering whether to place her greatest treasure in him
Is there empathy? Is there honesty?
A trace of loyalty,
A kind gentle nature perhaps,
Doubt has been her friend for too long
Not allowing trust to call upon
She looks at her delicate treasure
It is bleeding and slowly losing life
How much time left?
till it goes cold and numb,
till it generates no emotion, no feeling
Trapped in a dilemma
She wonders, if she can trust him, to place her treasure in his care,
to let him breath life back to it
or could this be the fatal blow,
the ultimate destruction of sanity
The kind innocent smile
radiating from across,
the plea for trust,
the gentle touch caressing her fingers,
produced the nutrients indispensable to her dying treasure
slowly resurrecting it back
She felt the faint beat though it is still a long way from healing.