FRAGILE

Fragile

like the powdered wing of a butterfly

that crumbles so easily under just the slight touch

of even a gentle fingertip.

Love can be so full of strength...

like a wind that is difficult to walk against,

or a gush of water that pushes your hand away

when all you want is to catch a bit in your palm.

But love is a delicate tapestry

strong,

yet so weak.

Hearts once resilient with youth

grow tattered like a flag flown too long,

And like a tattered flag,

even though meaning so much,

can fall to threads.

Love is a fragile puzzle.

It is different for each of us...

the way it plays out,

the paths it takes.

No one's missing piece will fill the spot in your heart,

and no one's definition

fits your love...

Love is fragile.

It is not to be judged

or solved

or completed

by anyone but you and whom you have in your heart.

To allow anything

or anyone

to force their puzzle piece into your empty place,

means the crumbling of a butterfly wing....

K.M.Q.F

5/23/15