Katelyn

I am not sure how she did it,
How she could reassemble the monstrosity
That was my broken, bruised, bloody heart,
But slowly, sweetly, carefully she did.
Her fingers were, are, gentle along each stitch, each crack,
Kissing away the hurt and bringing a tender, delicate love
That made it pound in a rhythm that
Is only for her to hear, for no one else.
She climbed over the walls that surrounded it, she protected
It with sturdy, unwavering kindness
That took away the breath she put into my lungs
And made a smile spread across my lips.
Over the months she stayed
And proved to me that love was not all pain,
But something so beautiful;
Just like she is, my treasure.
I can feel her arms wound securely around
Me, a home I never want to leave;
She is the only place where I feel safe, happy,
And she is the only place
I am so sure I belong.
She holds my heart in her gentle grasp,
Whispering words of love.