trembling fingers

and open-toed shoes

She does not know who she is.

full of love

but throws it all to romanticism

I have the utmost hope for her.

she gives it up

before she understands

Ignorance can be bliss temporarily.

a heart ever broken

gathers strength over time

Inside her rests the heart of a lion.

worn to softness

by the churning tides

Soon she’ll learn how blessed she really is.

the goddess resurrects

time and again

She’s the golden essence of feminine beauty.