There are times <br />When dull, useless words <br />Can be polished - - - <br />Buffed until they shine <br />Like 'the silver flashing of a soul.' <br /> <br />Pain, fully known, <br />Or love, fully bloomed, <br />Shines words to this degree. <br />Pain, and the loss of love, <br />Leave the residue <br />Of a broken, <br />Seemingly unmendable, heart. <br /> <br />But you came along <br />With your words of love, <br />So bright, <br />So shining, <br />And mended my heart. <br /> <br />Now there is no hurt, <br />No memory of hurt. <br />Only love remains, <br />And shining words.<br /><br />Scarlett Treat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mender/
