A poem inspiried by my lovely.
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Little bits of fragments, within a crimson chest
You took it from its shelf, and told me to rest.
I idly complied, and for a rest I reclined,
Peeking over your shoulder,
And wondering what you might find.
I had once heard a word, regarding shattered things,
Long gone and finished, like violin strings.
For if you tune them too tight, they'll begin to tangle,
And for the sake of truth, I wasn't worth the gamble.
I turned my head in that moment, suppressing a cry.
I felt so embarrassed at what lingered inside.
Intangible to the common eye, it was mine,
A sad little heart, garnished with time.
"Don't look, don't look!" I began to plead,
It was wretched, a mirrored reflection of me.
The shattered bits stared up at you and I,
I began to wail, I couldn't help but cry.
Like a horse with one leg down,
You'd have no choice but to leave me now.
I prepared myself for a pain so foul,
But all you did is smile, and kiss my brow.
"Don't worry," My love grinned, "We'll make do."
"All it needs is loving-- and a bit of glue."
We shared a laugh then, but I still wasn't sure,
Could you really put it together,
After all it's been through?
I was confused as of then,
Where would we start?
But you have this special,
Way with my heart.
You put it together, piece by piece,
You never once accepted defeat.
It was broken, and it was mine,
But now it's yours too, all glitters and shine.
And for a once, broken heart,
Within a crimson chest.
You've taken it off the shelf,
And given it some rest.
You didn't mind waiting, and neither did I,
And now my hearts beautiful,
Despite little lines.
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