My mind seems clouded my heart seems frail
the tone of my skin constantly changing from vibrant to pail
my love is restless and my mind is spent
beaming red like hot metal and easily bent
the beauty of love lies only as deep of its beholder
once gone its chipped away then a new piece gets rolled over
but my plaque is not gone just worn and weathered
my heart is still here and my mind is tethered
to a post of no end and a sky thats light is starting to show
the clouds are clearing as a fresh wind may blow
a beauty unlike any other so fresh and clear
the winds of change means a new beginning is near
a shred of light to bring a calm to the storm
gasp in its beauty reach out and get warm
a mind of clouds but a heart of sun
frail as it may be it still shines to its only one
so they may grow and flourish and it may dawn once more
awaiting the next day to find out whats in-store
