Eyes are all that are known
what they can see, they shut out the world
They have seen pain in so many different places
The heart, warm but broken
What has become of this
What has become of the eyes and the heart that were once there?
They see with opulent surprises, glints and observations
The heart feels and beats
with a gentle breath is content
It will become stronger
It will get better
Gentle words....
Gentle touches....
Pain will recede back and will never answer again
It will be taken away
The heart and those eyes...they will feel again
With only a gentle reply to say...
I'm there