Wounds
A kiss, softer than a shadow,
Is all we dare desire
As intimate involvement filled
With all of passions’ fire
More might crush those feelings
We need to keep us sane
Or like a moth, be consumed
In the heat of Passions’ Flame.
To those who inflicted wounds
Now in healing states
Know that somewhere up ahead
A crushing fate awaits.
The one we need is out there
But fearful are we still
To drop our guard, reveal ourselves
No, there’ll be no trust until …
Our confidence of who we are
And believe: The best will be …
When we get past the Hurt
Inflicted recently
Only then, when scars are healed
When self-confidence resumes
Can we again enjoy
Passion’s grand perfumes.
Remember …
Forgiveness is the perfume a flower leaves on the shoe that crushed it.
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