Forgotten

Tingles discovered by a brush of the hand Softness felt, that of which comfort held That tough love of which they speak, could never be for those who did not understand If only kindness and security could truly meld If thou were a beggar, and if beggars would be choosers Would thou rather choose to feel, or to mask your emotions with a carefully woven façade? The masks are better suited for other takers When both dainty hands are grasped firmly, there is no longer a need to keep up the charade If emotions caught flame, passion would be the outcome Tears cascade down rosy cheeks, unseeing eyes gleaming with promises of more Lanky arms engulf the trembling frame with a comforting hum The spreading warmth of love is something that you have come to adore If thou were not to feel, then one’s heart would be left rotten Never let it be said that what is felt, is better left forgotten