Her name was Story

Bruised by a feather
yet love linger still
soft as a whisper
strong as the will

In silence its still
unseen, but so near
a warmth in the sold
a calm through the fear

It doesn’t demand
it doesn’t insist
just rests in the heart
a quiet, tender broken kiss

Bruised by a feather
but never too torn
for love that endures
is in the love we were born