If I follow my heart and it shatters,
shards of emotion strewn about carelessly
as if its owner fell short of protecting its worth,
would you look upon it as such?
If I stumble in my time of despair,
blinded by my season of darkened skies,
would you carry me
and set light to the path I was meant to take?
If I called you hero, for all the compassion you have given me,
would you know its value
or has this title become so cliché
that you wouldn’t feel the depth of its meaning?
If I searched for the one word
that would make you understand just how much you mean to me,
would you wait patiently, by my side
until the word could be spoken?
If I failed to speak any words at all,
would you hear ~ in silence
the language of a once shattered heart
saying I love you?
© 2009 Babbette Francis/Yevette Cole ~ aka (SugarRain)
