Longing for a Love

That,

once in a lifetime

 

Everlasting

 

Shaped from the crusted blood

Of old wounds

That expose us

The beauty, of

Our scarred souls

 

Everchanging

 

Hidden in plain sight

Beneath the wooded exterior

 

Who has the eyes to notice

Who carries that same solace

 

Tis they who will see

All that we are

All we can be

 

That is the Love

I long for

Thee