Simply Broken

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She had hair like golden rays of light, and eyes as bright as the sun,

A smile that could shed light on the darkest night, and love of the undying one.

He was the true apple of her eye, and the mirror image of her glow,

She was as the nurturing mother wise, that only an admiring son could know.

She encouraged his ideas, and praised his ambitious initiative,

She listened to him all ears, and smiled at his effortless wit.

Through her love, a sprouting young man, he felt himself big and strong,

Confident, standing taller than any man can, asserted by their bond.

Nevertheless a dark cloud, began to creep slowly upon their nestled house,

And as the days turned to night dolefully, the cloud drew closer about.

As it stood upon them growing ever darker, to which her continence bid ado,

It was clear she was slowly fading, befalling a darkness he never knew.

The dark weeks turned to months, and somber the life became over years,

As the cloud poured down with thunder, her eyes rained puddles of tears.

One day the cloud dissipated, with the winds returning it to a mist above,

As she fell below to the ground jaded, and returned to the earths dust.

It came to pass that the maiden of the house, had departed unexpectedly,

And the patriarch would woefully take on another, oh so hurriedly.

Thus the home had become a battlefield, riddled with ego,

Echoing the stomps about of mere men, rifling to and fro.

 The pheromones of disappointment, lingered on in the air,

And only dire rivalry and tension, amid them all would flair.

The testaments of judgement, would find their every flow,

And amid them would fiercely launch, mere blow after blow.

But openly, yet in secret, his heart wept for her in sorrow,

Then closed-off he became, and locked away tomorrow.

And although he lingered on within, in the gravest weir,

He turned boldly to the others, as to brazenly appear.

As though the faintness of broken, did not belong,

But deep within his heart, it painfully lingered on.

For he queried, how could another, truly hold him dear,

And everlastingly accept him, with such just sincere.

So buried down dark deep, would his true feelings go,

That without the greatest of effort, to no one he would show.

A fight to open his heart, a true woman would surely battle,

Untrue women would falter, but add fuel to the matter.

For when the true one would come, sent by a sign and a wonder,

Though the notion that a lost love was won, he would detest and ponder.

Reflecting on the battle wounds, and dim foregone scars of old,

He would question the sincerity of her love, and chaos would unfold.

But his true love would fathom what lied in wait, innately and hidden,

So she undoubtedly used the ancient key, to unlock the forbidden.

And the glow of the secret chest would blow, so ever-wide open,

Where she could view the reckless ebb and flow, of his tumult emotions.

The seas of old were rough, but she held steadfast deep within,

Despite the rushing waters of tears, from all his bewildered rejection.

She held him tight, deterring death, and saving life, averting the urge to flee,

As the undeniable stood before him, but still he would shutter in disbelief.

Why she would endure with him, for he simply could not be the reason,

Thus waves of questions arose, why she would remain with such a person.

Yet in sincerity she exclaimed, her fated undying true love to him,

Yet he deemed her efforts sheer pity, and devotion a mad mere sin.

With his mind pushing and heart pulling, he struggled confusedly,

Yet he remained in awe of her perpetual waiting on, and on, repeatedly.

Because he would fight her loving efforts, stirring up the broken ways of old,

Baffled in disbelief that love could have finally won, after a lifetime of blows.

 And through all incoming storms, she would stay and reason the way of light,

Because true love is ever the only way, which wins against the fiercest fight.

And so it will be that inevitably, it will stir up internally, and he will remember,

That there was nothing ever at all to question, to ponder, or to dismember.

Because the reflection of truth will reveal, what was always present and glim,

That despite any storm he would brew, she endured and always sailed along with him.

Despite his clashing strikes of thunder, her every effort would reveal its token,

That it was all only what he had ever known, because inside he was simply broken.

- dedicated to my love -

(Whose Lives are Illuminated by Love)