She was tiny,
Almost half my size.
I was worried, always
That maybe if I touched her
She might just break
Fall to dust.
But she was strong
Alot stronger then she seemed.

I was simply foolish.
Scared, worried, afraid
Of losing her? I don’t know?
Maybe.
I had rough edges and she had scars
But she held them with pride
Showing that she survived,
And she simply drilled a hole
Right into my heart
Nestling in,
With bitter sweet love
Helping my soul to mend