Self help: The Blues

He looked beyond her destitute smile, 
And saw her shimmering hue, 
Hovering above her cavernous mind, 
In a glimmering radiant blue,

And her eyes gazed out not hiding the truth, 
The truth of losing her soul,
That left her magic floating around, 
In the cruel and vacuous cold,

So he reached his hands out into the air, 
Cradled who she was in the shade,
And gently, with purpose, pulled her to him, 
Over time she was gently remade,

With the love they both shared she became once again, 
Alive where once she had died,
And her radiant blue shone from her eyes, 
From her beautiful emotional mind.

emotionshurtimagerylovemagicquatrain

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