Affection.
What would you say if I told you
That your heart is like gold
It must be put through the flame
To be molded into something beautiful
Transformed in ways you can’t imagine
So much pain, so much heartache
All for the betterment of yourself
Do you honestly think that
All of it is for no good reason?
It takes hammers and nails
To create a sculpture
You are no different
I am the sculptor and you are my stone canvas
I am the flame and the goldsmith you are my ore
Let me shape your broken heart into something more
Do not be put down by your past
Instead let it help you rise to your feet
You are not alone, not since long last
May you persevere with every glorious heartbeat
Tattered and torn our hearts floated to one another
To create something more than this world can offer
A spiritual ascendancy into a higher known
Not even the sun can match what our hearts have shown
All of this and more is why I regret how I treated you
I can’t take it back, all I can do is start anew
Trust is our greatest tool, but when lacking
Can cause even the strongest love to come crashing
I ask for your trust, not all but some
Enough for you to see the man I’ve become
This is my affection, hold it dear
I promise a life of happiness, in the future near.