Come here, with all of your parts too soft for this world. Bring your tender heart, bruised by the harshness of life, and let it rest in the cradle of my care. Surrender your hell hurting, the pain that has etched itself into your soul, placed in hands that did not know how to hold it. I will be careful with it, with you. I will gather your layers, each fragile piece, and weave them into something different, something like heaven and moonlight.

In the quiet moments, I will quiver from loving you whole, with all my smallness. My love, though humble, will be vast enough to embrace every part of you. Even the tides will open up for us, their rhythm a testament to the power of our union. And in the sacredness of our love, even the gods will call it holy, a divine connection that transcends the earthly realm.

© Beatriz Esmer

Dry Pastel Art – Love