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?
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This one is so pretty D! But can you explain it a little? what is the charm of the world?
ReplyDeletelove you!
I just mean that we take the beauty of the world for granted.. we lose track of the charm that it has. We get so busy in our lives that we forget to appreciate and love this life and this world.
ReplyDeleteThat's all.
:)