Forgotten

Tingles discovered by a brush of the hand

Softness felt, that of which comfort held

That tough love of which they speak, could never be for those who did not understand

If only kindness and security could truly meld

If thou were a beggar, and if beggars would be choosers

Would thou rather choose to feel, or to mask your emotions with a carefully woven façade?

The masks are better suited for other takers

When both dainty hands are grasped firmly, there is no longer a need to keep up the charade

If emotions caught flame, passion would be the outcome

Tears cascade down rosy cheeks, unseeing eyes gleaming with promises of more

Lanky arms engulf the trembling frame with a comforting hum

The spreading warmth of love is something that you have come to adore

If thou were not to feel, then one’s heart would be left rotten

Never let it be said that what is felt, is better left forgotten