Shape this heart with hands that love
mold it with honesty and care.
Banish the clouds of doubt that formed
replace it with trust forevermore.
Heal the wounds sustained in grief
patch them up with kisses sweet.
Open doors barred from within
bring back the light long hidden.
Stem the flow of precious tears that fall
entice a smile on bowed lips.
Hold this heart in hands that care
for it is fragile and can easily disappear.
-The Elusive Scribe 041713-