Love, a crystal river ever flowing,
Graceful streams of beautiful clarity.
In true form it progresses unabated,
From, and to, an infinite eternity.
Broken trust, a stone-upon-stone laid dam,
Hindering what should be natural movement.
Built by the hands of harmful betrayals,
Once closed and carefree eyes are now vigilant.
The dam must be destroyed,
Brick by vicious brick if need be.
The crystal river is still vibrantly alive.
Love wholly again and break free…
Trapped within the broken reflection,
Pieces scattered on the ground.
Connected to the fallen shards,
Did wholeness ever abound?
Destroyed, like the trust,
She once loosely knew.
Shattered like her hope,
Unfamiliar and askew.
Eyes, smokey black and blue,
The shades all wrong.
Far from reflecting the pain within.
A torturous hurt he prolongs.