I regret with all my heart,
accepting one that was not yours.

I broke that heart and you broke mine, smashed porcelain in the rain.

Oh God take these pieces,
make something of this pain.

God, my salvation.
Throw me something afloat,
for me to cling to.

He consumes my mind,
my forest fire in the breeze.
I must pull the plug.

God gifted her with
the passion of a
raging forest fire.

He entrusted her with
the love of an
unrelenting river.

To house her precious
soul, his hands sculpted
a worthy vessel.

Golden hair like the sun,
grey eyes like the rain.
God sketched her body,
perfecting it with pain.