A brittle man whose heart was closed
Took more from life than he supposed
By drawing to him beauty rare
To make for him a world he chose
His soul it seemed beyond repair
He treated no-one with such care
To pay back all he seemed to seek
To make his give and take more fair
With honeyed words she heard him speak
But still she sensed his ardour weak
To heartfelt honesty so blind
To passion cold, to bravery meek
If he sought love then he must find
A way to comfort and be kind
For when no feeling is aligned
The heart that pauses, falls behind.
© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
helenvalentina 
Beautifully written…. you can feel it tugging at your heartstrings..
Thank you so much! 🙂
Well I read it twice, thrice, no, more than that…but nope….I’m not bored 🙂
Thank you so much, really appreciate it! 🙂
You are always welcome. I really enjoyed it. You deserve the appreciation! 🙂