Tenderness

Quiet hours spent in silence

Alone or with that special someone

Tends to tender, calm and soothe

The jumbled jungle of the mind.

Hectic days and crowded nights

Are merely battles to be won

So all may rest in sweet repose

And leave hostilities behind.

 

Life can oft be bitter cruel

And fate unfair when said and done,

Causing hearts to harden beyond pardon

In the mid-day sun.

And circumstance can call the dance

That rends the party into pain,

And leaves a once-forgiving soul to

Harden in a world undone.

 

Life can often be a place

That understanding can’t process.

To face the trials of each day

The heart must yield to tenderness.