When Love's scalpel comes
towards my beautiful Gloria--
she leans in to it
What is it that makes this one
believe
at such a tremendous cost
to to herself
and yet, so many others
turn and run..
turn and hide?
I was built-- from the ground, up
to help hold ones
such as yourself, up
as the bright healing light
of loves ache
dismantles the intricacies of our
once-necessary, life-built
war machines..
yes, my beauty--
down to the very core
of your foundation,
where you can finally
have the chance
to become rebuilt:
from the ground's true bedrock,
up
xoxo