Please tread softly as you pass my heart, <br />For wounded souls are sensitive to sorrow, <br />And need the solace of a peaceful calm, <br />To mend the grief and start a new tomorrow. <br /> <br />Please speak softly as you near my heart, <br />The beats unsteady still, the hurt remains, <br />And yet a voice that soothes, becomes a balm, <br />To clear the path, and break restricting chains. <br /> <br />Please touch softly as you take my heart, <br />Such trust will falter, should any harshness stain, <br />Yet as each day of care weaves like a charm, <br />Love comes anew, and thus there's no more pain. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/please/
