A softer grace hath yet to be found else where,
other than amidst the infant rind of tender growth.
But, there is always that diminishing innocence;
Fleeting at the tips of one's fingers, not to be caught again.
Wear bravery like the ring on your finger,
soon enough, love will come along and play it's trick.
And yes - promising forever, then taking tomorrow.
A sombre loneliness in the mind -
Oh! Shy discovery of one's true troubles.
Though don't reveal that tethered heart --
Alas, it is too late, it already lays out for all to see.
|
Submission Name: A lost Innocence
