Tears shed from the soul.
Her body pleading for acceptance.
The smoldering scarlet of her hair-
a silent, burning signal of the spirit within-
yearns to be touched ever so delicately
with longing and passion.
Her mind refuses to acknowledge
even a minuscule sliver of life
that does not resemble
the love she deserves.
A stranger observes from afar.
His own passion for life diminished
by a mind unable to allow its soul
the pleasure of being touched
by something truly beautiful.
As he watches her smoldering scarlet tresses
dance with childlike innocence through the night air,
his soul begins to shed tears.
He approaches her;
his heart cannot deny the beauty which is she.
Her ambrosial smile and delicate laughter
pull the two together.
They embrace, hands trembling.
He touches her nervously but precisely
as their eyes meet.
Within the stare, they find comfort,
acceptance, and passion.
He delicately places a soft, gentle kiss upon her.
She feels tears trickle to her cheek from his…
Tears shed from the soul.
Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 12:38 PM UTC