Matters of the Heart

A little good passes my way

Like a breeze I rush to my sister's lair

Bringing a cool sensation of pure joy and laughter

For the smiles that ardorns her face

Is the reason I strive live

My strength to walk the path of knives

And my courage to climb

The steepest of mountains

When in pain and hurt

I shut myself

Not because I love no more

But because I loathe

to dampen your smile

When I walk away and hide from you

Please don't hate

Doubt not my love

For my love and care for you

Wavers not

I just need to be alone

and lick my wounds

Retreat to regroup my breaking sanity

Once it's over

I promise to be there like I never left

Always bringing you joy

like never before

You are my sister

The one I truly love

Always and ever more