Delicate

You're new to this picture, love...

I have not seen your face before.

And in your innocence, you seem too kind.

You snuggle close inside my warm bed

My shoulder, pillow to your sleepy head.

I do not mind your presence, dearest one,

Your nature is so shy, so delicate and I

Would help you darling

If anything around was there to harm you, dear.

You are safe now, at my side,

You don't have to talk

Unless you choose to speak

And if you speak my dear, do not speak quietly

For silence is the speech of a tortured soul.

Have no fear, my dear,

You're safe.

Reviews

[Tate Morgan]

silence is the speech of a tortured soul.
Brilliant and enlightening i think I have an inspiration today
Tate