Precious thing

all the best of your love

and the worst 

of your hurt

yet again left here, 

so soft,

as if only for the dark and the void

could hear...

oh my dear,

oh my own heart,

please, do trust

it never has been so good to be a child

maybe only with you.

yes, a child still,

despite my age,

the blue bird with pain as its cage,

and one so spoiled

by the touch of this you do,

and likely never will,

for nothing could be more real...

04/12/2020