Unbridle my heart.
Un-satchel a coin.
Ask a penny for my thought,
my dear.
Vacillation
like Vaseline is the key to my mysterious way.
For it was but hence,
that my heart was mine.
Then you stole it away;
no,
took it back
into your eyes.
I fight it.
Scared to lose that
sacred control.
But, it gets harder every day.
As I breathe you into me.
It hurts; to have you,
to let you go.
What would you have me do?
A poor broken maid,
Once rich and gallant.
Peacock colors
now dulled to ash.
Can you accept a broken heart?
As a token?
Will you challenge the pieces
to whip themselves together?
They will never be the same.
I can not be who I once was.
Though I pray it so;
for you.
To be a filly racing to you.
Or will you take the time to find them?
(the pieces)
In this awkward game of hide-a-go seek.
For love.
I know you will.
I know you can find it in your shining soul.
I write for you, my charming.
I don't know why I left,
I can't tell you why I'll leave.
I'll stay.
I'll love.
I'm yours.

That was beautiful Stella...I really felt the deepness in that enriching write. Very good.