a delicate fabric
embroidery woven in
pain and doubt.
she is exquisite
graceful and fragile
tender and caring.
walking on eggshells
never too bold
ballerina of grace.
she floats in
my broken heart
fragmented and gauzy.
I want to
kiss her lips
whisper my love.
but I am
always to afraid
to reach out.
my clumsy hands
are too coarse
for silken thread.
