A Single Rose

I never knew a single rose

Could touch my heart

In such a way

As the rose you gave to me.

It welled up within  me

A sense of being loved

Because you saw in me a beauty

That other loves could never see.

You cared enough to think of me

When the others never cared.

You brought me something sweet

When the others never dared.

I will never forget that moment,

I was first in your heart that day;

The day you gave me a single rose,

You stole my heart away.

             Cheryl A. Williams, 1996

Healing Tears

 You fall in torrents

and I am washed away

by all that was,

that is,

and all that will be;

This cleansing

heals, yet pains me

to my deepest core,

and even though I feel

as if I am going to drown,

I know the sun is coming.

The Master's Touch

Fragmented heart...

a jigsaw puzzle

yet to be completed,

a work of art

waiting for the perfect brushstroke,

a symphony

waiting for the perfect orchestration,

a poem

waiting for the perfect rhyme,

an empty shell

waiting for the Master's touch.