You're beautiful.
Umatched in all your glory.
Maintaining a smile even with your painful story.
Lacking the love and nurishment necessary for you soul...
Yet still so adoring.
Asking no payment for the lives you've adorned selflessly,
deserving it all and receiving little to nothing and tales so tall.
How do you deal with it all?
They may ignore you,
but outstretched my arms will always be; so you may never fall.
Oh Beautiful Soul, trust in me.
You deal with oh so much.
And yet...
For help, you never call.
Always helping and loving,
Though they've all dropped the ball.
You are you too good for this world.
A world that favors those who have taken piece after peice of you unapologetically...
Leaving you to never again be whole.
I have learned unconditional love from you, and vow to forever stay by you.
With the punches we will roll,
Oh Beautiful Broken Soul.
I will take gold to fill in the cracks and holes.
Rewrite the definition of wholistic perfection just for you.
Your ways and patience are goals.
They may be blind but I see you,
and all that you do.
In you mind and heart, I'll help you keep and see skies of blue;
So that you beauty and light keep shining through.
Oh Beautiful healing soul...
One day you will indeed again be whole.

© Plumm V Fleur