Sadness leaks into the heart
like a virus, far too easily.
It reaches with black fingers, reeking of death,
that once have a grip,
never let go.

Anger is something that follows
the sorrow, a fiery rage
that fills the heart and burns
ideals into something resembling
ashes.

But eventually, a shining light
finds it's way into the heart
once more.
It lifts the shattered pieces
and restores it anew.

"I'll protect you through it all,
So please don't wilt, my one flower."

-Written by blomp