If That Isn'T Love, Then Tell Me What Is?
With a broken heart
In miniscule pieces
I stood in front of you,
In weeks you took the time
To build me up,
To risk your heart on my broken one
Taking it piece by piece
Mending it with your tender, loving hands
You gave me the courage to
Spread my wings, jolted my memory
To fly again,
If that isn’t love, then tell me what is?
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2010
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