Their eyes that were once soft blue pools of love, <br />Esteem and trust <br />Could land softly and float freely above; <br />Now they’re <br />Grey sharp rocks of flint, hoping to slice; <br />probing for weakness and fear, <br />Come closer people please draw near; <br />I need you to come near and whisper in thy ear; <br />Loving butterfly don’t fear to tread and land; <br />And drink nector from their soft hands; <br />Her tongues that spoke only <br />Gentleness along the shores, <br />now is a raging turrents, cutting the banks <br />of every harbor, <br />Her presence left you feeling stable and anew; <br />Now feed nothing but the growing flood of despair; <br />Once a playful dance, now steps to crush, <br />Their pink heart now gray with dust.<br /><br />Kimberly Woodward<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stealing-beauty/
