Let the soft stay with you
Do not change it for brutality,
Anger
Stress
Pain

Instead,
let it keep you
and them
Let it spread over the trees,
through the meadows
Let it tangle itself in the black curls of scarred people
Let it grow inside of everyone
Let it let you remain yourself,
the soft, wonderful being that you really are

Bruised.
Beaten.
Thrashed.
Yet,
you remained soft.
I think you
are made of water.

I fell in love with;
Your smile that curves like moon
Your smooth tanned skin
Your soft lips
The smell of your cologne
The touch of your gentle bare hands
But most importantly,
How your eyes could make me
Fall in love with you
All over again.