so often rare , ‘tis such a waste.
I’m always here, in constant wait,
but fear your heart does quite forget
the comfort and the power I bring
to you and those for whom I shine.
The youthful you did know me well;
and reveled in my fairy form.
You offered up my soulful birth
without restraint to everyone.
Then the uttering tongue took hold
and adolescence urged you seek
the edge that cuts and bites and wrecks
and leaves destruction in its wake.
Remember me when days seem bleak,
for I am joy personified.