Wounds

A kiss, softer than a shadow, Is all we dare desire As intimate involvement filled With all of passions’ fire More might crush those feelings We need to keep us sane Or like a moth, be consumed In the heat of Passions’ Flame. To those who inflicted wounds Now in healing states Know that somewhere up ahead A crushing fate awaits. The one we need is out there But fearful are we still To drop our guard, reveal ourselves No, there’ll be no trust until … Our confidence of who we are And believe: The best will be … When we get past the Hurt Inflicted recently Only then, when scars are healed When self-confidence resumes Can we again enjoy Passion’s grand perfumes. Remember … Forgiveness is the perfume a flower leaves on the shoe that crushed it.