With words like a soft, promise whispered,
Fragile and porcelain.
I think you have truly captured my delicate state
The one who was left after confessing
To love, is the perfect balance
It could have been broken in a second.
It was just the need to speak quietly
We were like the clouds at twilight,
Scared that our balance may be overthrown
A burden against your favour,
Internally breaking at the thought,
This distance is challenging
Constantly pleading with the Universe
To let things stay perfect and in harmony.
I love you, Jim Bob.
Art credit: Madonna of the tree ~ by Catrin Welz-Stein