The Mercy of love.

Born into this world, I was a child a mother couldn't love.
A child with a heart, soul, and breath, that had no origin of self worth.
I was lonely and cold trying to find my sense of self.

As the years passed the day grew darker and the search for love was but an endless struggle.
As a ship without a compass so was the fate of my companions.
One woman to the next, clueless as to how to fix my lost, broken soul.

As the tide rolls so did my encounters with the opposite gender.
Back and forth the tide would roll until my heart fell into a net with such entanglment that Marco Polo would raise a flag of white.

She stood there not much taller than that of a rose bush, as she clung to my heart.
With her rods of will she plundered down deep into every creavous of my chest revealing their inner workings.
Sparks flew as the gears reluctantly turned.
One tooth, two teeth, three teeth, four.
Until my chest was no longer that of a once crying tinman.
She bandaged me up, kissed my forhead and grasped my heart with hers.
Forever more may your heart be lit by mine so you can light that of your past, present, and future with enough love to sink the ocean.