Grace, she resides...

This is a rare happy poem.

I'll love you like you're broken,
there's a grace in all your faults.
I have the knowledge and the fingers,
to trip the locks on all your vaults.

There is beauty in your sadness,
I'll bend the pieces til they fit.
Carve my wooden heart outside me,
into a throne for you to sit.

Traverse the distance of your smile lines,
curve my finger to your chin.
Because there is no sweeter season,
than the autumn of your grin.

So if you'll love me while I'm broken,
we'll take the parts and make brand new.
In this world of black and white,
we could be the vibrant hue.

Reviews

[FlatLineBeauty]

This is just so beautiful. I realy can't describe the beauty you already penned so beautifully.
xo FLB

[AngeloRosell]

Awesome piece you wrote here ! Such an interesting tone and feeling I acquired , nice work Don ! Keep it up

[Emma Grace Tennyson]

So, I'm stalking your writing! You are extremely talented! I love the diction!