honey...

 
I ache in the scarlet pain
it burns my soul and scars my flesh
you reach to touch me and I pull away
saying, no, don't touch me there

innocence blushes
I look at your curiously
I wonder what manner of man are you
I feel I've known you a very long time
felt your soul caressing mine

I don't understand the nature of my shyness
where I'm bold with others
you I hide from

taking to the shadows and quietly observing
watching as your presence moves across a room
patiently waiting for you to smile at me

I light up when you do
my soul bidden comes to you
caressing your brow you furrow too much

in stern consternation you admonish me
don't touch me here little one it hurts too much
I see your scars and still, I love you
perhaps they make you even more beautiful to me