your heart is an organ-
playing a melody of your kind-nature;
that blossoms with a bouquet of vitality
bursting with fruitful love
You would take petals of empathy;
and compassion, threading them
through the eye of the storm that
dwelled within me, weaving confidence
into my strength.
my sails binded to ride the rough-return
venturing back to times of my early voyage
My material was held together
by shabby workmanship;
a texture of melancholy
stitched with fruitless hands,
my seams ripped apart as I matured
spilling chaos everywhere
my sails capsized into torment
I was soon to drown!
Lavender breezed softly
from your lips, the scent of
intuition tugged a tune from my
soul, which allowed me to
pull myself through.
Even now my journey
continues, but you have
helped glaze my heart
with the zests of your essence.