When Crossing the Heart


He came once more, his eyes did seek
The smile he knew, the soft and meek.
She welcomed him with tender grace,
Yet shadows linger’d on her face.

He spake no vow, nor sought her hand—
But took, as if love were his command.
He kissed her light, then turn’d away,
And left her soul in disarray.

She wept not loud, but stars did know
The ache that bloomed in silent woe.
No dragon rose, nor fire did fall—
But sorrow built a quiet wall.

So he who enters hearts untrue,
And plucks the rose ‘fore morning dew,
May find not wrath—but something worse:
A love once pure, now turn’d to curse.

Beware the stillness in her breath,
For loss can wound as deep as death.
And hearts once broken do not sleep—
They learn to guard what they would keep.