You are the bright unfailing shine of a new jewel

and your grin is a beautiful tearing

of my emotions.

It's strange, because mine is a heart sheared close by shadows, brittle

hacked by cynical hindsight

'til love doesn't fit.

It seems wrong somehow - to look at you and hope.

Like finding an old and happy photograph, now torn, smeared

with grease and years.

But still, I hope.

You grin, like you know.