Beauty, born of the Dark

There's pain in the words not spoken.
Those lips that have never been kissed, hurt.
Those hips feel abandoned by hands that let go.
Those hands feel betrayed by hands that taught to hold.

A heart will never love like it loved before it was broken.
A eye will not look beyond the skin of one too young.
For one too young, may be the eldest of the pack.
And yet, he could be the one too young to know himself.

Plucked a beauty from the ground, its home.
Basked in its fragrance but valued it too little.
For after the petals began to darken,
He saw no beauty and left it behind on the soil.

Never will this life choke in the weeds
Never will this flower die to liven the soil.
Never will her smile fail to bloom.
For always will the sun shine on her.

Forever will the moon be her friend.
Always, the darkness inspire her being.
For it's in the dark that her emotions awake.
And lay asleep behind the mask of dawn.