#protects
you rubbed the
grey worry stones
over and over,
that were found in the Chest,
treasured or pandora's box, what else was inside?
patiently losing
kind parts
of your fingers,
massaging
with printless tips, losing all identity, such sacrifice!
the still stones
hard with worry,
until the worry
fell away,
landing and curling
like shavings a
Carpenter's work
would leave behind,
and the stones
began to look
like red and
soften up some
you took it in stride, no pride or boasting, no scolding no holding it over my head,
you never faltered,
you went and
stood silently,
watching me
tire each day
from my new
and advent-
urous ways,
behind me to
remind me
there was safe-
ty in your arms,
tall tales told of night time fictional conquests, lies about lying with strangers!
the pink flesh
you wore, never
turned green
knowing we would
find each
other
every
night
till dawn
and morning
light glinted
of your hair,
your smile,
adding colour to the design?
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 9:13 PM UTC
Love is patient,
love is kind.
It does not envy,
it does not boast,
it is not proud.
It does not dishonor others,
it is not self-seeking,
it is not easily angered,
it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil
but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects,
always trusts,
always hopes,
always perseveres.
Love never fails.
Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 8:20 PM UTC