Fix His Darling Girl Poem by Yekaterina Bezpalaya

It feels what’s broken never heals,
What ails, never mends.
Yet time keeps sifting day through day,
My heart gets strong again.

What once was cause of chaos great,
Is just a passing bird,
What once stung sharp and chipped away,
Were tears of the absurd.

Yet no amount of affection sweet,
Can substitute the tears,
The tears that are too grand in girth,
For any love to repair.

My prince, oh prince,
My darling prince,
He try as he might can,
To help repair his darling girl,
To fix her new again.

But trials only be trials
For key she holds alone,
In fixing what needs mending,
And of course the process be slow.

The ultimate failure was always to see,
No weakling she’d ever lived as,
But try as she might to depend on his aid,
Phantom pains were too strong of contenders.

For his love she thanks in abundance,
For his patience she’s left lost in awe,
And sorry she is for the way that,
She causes him pain with her flaws.

She wishes the life were so different,
That she was more deserving of he,
That their crossed paths were a tadbit more pleasant,
And you remember you’re so loved by me.