Life’s Gentle Rain             by heyday

Just a thought, for no reason other than a friend;           who feels your pain, who knows your fair heart.                To listen and feel, and assure that you’ll mend;            From your wounds of a love ripped apart.

 

Like a butterfly floating a gentle breeze;
you will be taken high, and you will fall low.
And though known of us may always go where we please;
we may overcome these ebbs of life's flow.

 

So, even now, if you feel pushed from a cliff;
bruised and bleeding from a terrible fall;
Though your body aches and your joints are stiff;
it's just part of life, it happens to us all.

So, please, berate yourself not for a heartfelt mistake;
for ignoring the bad in one who saw not your best.                                                                                  You are the real one, and he is the fake;
you are the winner, while he failed life's test.

So, dear princess, with heart so good and true;
hold your head up and be proud with no regret.
Yesterday is gone now, with tomorrows bright and new;
somewhere is a good man who deserves one such as you.

Someone with a burning passion deeply dormant in his soul;
with an unselfish life he waits patient for your sweet heart. Despite the lonely wait he knows the worthiness of such goal;
for he knows that once together, you will never be apart.

Through thick and thin he’ll remain at your most loyal side;
never wanting another, knowing not a wandering thought.
To swim with you in whatever currants are brought by life's tide;
because you are the most precious prize of battles already fought.

Without you then, he fought valiantly, a knight who always failed;
and give up he did, its true, but he stood back up no matter his doubt.
Resuming the fight, to yet again find himself bruised and assailed;
knowing you were waiting on a road untraveled, equally feeling left out.

He looks even now, as he overcomes bitter fights;
for the melody of a heart beating your special song.
A chorus with promises of your special delights;
it is only for you that he does listen and long.

No need then, to hurt anymore over an abuse of your trust;see the joy instead of where you now are , free from deceit.
Never to be a neglected trinket unloved and covered with dust;
to be trapped in a cruel cycle as the transgressions repeat.

Put away that gift of pain, hang it not on your shelf;
treat it as rubbish , suitable only for a cleansing fire.
Recycle it not in bitter thoughts to yourself;
let your soul rest peacefully away from that liar.

Somewhere your fair knight fights inner demons in your name;
To hold you forever, to bring you not pain.
To be real and faithful, so that you aren't a pawn in his game;
so you’ll see through each others eyes under life's gentle rain..