Like a small and tiny rose bud,
That died before it’s chance to bloom,
You healed my heart and so for love,
You helped to make some room.
You taught me how to trust again,
And not be so afraid,
Of all the ghosts from in my past,
When my thoughts they did invade.
When my dreams became unpleasant,
And I would start to shake with fear,
You’d whisper soft, and stroke my hair,
And hold me very near.
You took my broken, battered heart,
And you handled it with care,
And when you felt the time was right,
You gave me yours to share.
Submitted: February 11, 2001
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