Fragile Heart
by Ink Soul
My heart, a delicate flower, so easily bruised,
A gentle touch, can cause it to be confused,
Fragile and vulnerable, it beats with fear,
A delicate balance, between love and tears
Fragile Heart
by Ink Soul
My heart, a flower, gentle and so frail,
So easily hurt by life's relentless hand
A gentle touch can leave me lost and pale,
In tender blooms, both beauty and pain stand
This fragile vessel holds my deepest fears,
Each heartbeat whispers doubts that twist and churn
In love's embrace, the tears are always near,
A delicate balance where my heart can burn
Yet still I long for warmth within the storm,
To nurture love that grows from all the pain
In every bruise, a story takes its form,
And in the rain, my heart can bloom again
So let me guard this fragile gift with care,
For in its depths, the promise of love's glare
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