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.