Unpolished

My aging hands hold the Charm of this world
tarnished, flawed, tainted to many...

*Unpolished to me.

Reach back to my faded pocket, pull out my little secret...
slightly torn, slightly worn, slightly perfect.
Parts of pink, parts of red, soft and gentle...
this part of my heart.

And here we have a simple solution to what may have seemed like such a
complex problem...
hands outreached, in one I hold the Charm of the world and of course in my other precious hand...I hold my heart.

The tarnished Charm of the world has now become
a glossy, elegant, flawless jewel
all because I gave it a little love.

Who would have thought?