A Valentine’s Day Poem

Broken Sonnet

It’s all need-met and tree of life when it starts
Beating together, breathing together
jubilance, excitement and pictures of hearts
traveling as one, as birds of a feather

(then)

silence                                    tears a hole

Words                                          slap across the face

Pride                                                    watches unblinking

straining the ties                                                 strengthening the lies

nothing can truly be taken back                                          or forgotten.

(but)

humility                                                                 weeps

mercy                                                   whispers

hands                                reach out again for each other.

Needs not met can still be cared
for hearts drawn become hearts shared

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