Pavane

The fragility of love how it can take shape of the strongest of ropes pulling you out of the deepest parts of yourself, but shatters like your mothers prized china as it lays unscathed. But love is eternal even if lost even if you try to erase it, so your heart of flesh and blood now forged of splintered fragments edged with pain aches deeply within you with each rise and fall of your chest.