Love

She welcomed all with open arms
Her help was always there
To feed, to support and to look after
Fragile souls that needed care

Her presence was like that of a shield
Protecting from the bitter cold
Her calming warmth was wanted
Equally by young and old

Her words were always gilded
And eyes like shiny beads
She'd stand up for everyone she knew
And catered to their needs

Yet somewhere she felt lonely
But why? She did not know
As if her weak and open heart
Had been hit by a sharp arrow

She'd cry herself to sleep every night
Her tears embedded on the pillow
She felt that she was transient
Like a pen you'd use and throw

As far as she could think
And her broken heart remembers
She never got the love back
That she gave out to others

Author's Note

Constructive criticism is always appreciated!