Innocence Poem by Piccola Topo Gigio

Just when I thought there was no more good left in me,
When I was convinced that I'd been ripped of all decency,
When I find myself toiling in hate and misery,
Believe that my heart is no less rotten than what surrounds me.

You look at me and I find my face, reflected in your eyes.
Then suddenly see, what you see, when you look, in my eyes.
I find you smiling at me and feel relieved.
Because you see in me, what I thought, had disappeared.

Happy you like me; making me, fond of me.
Glad you see in me, what others failed to see.
In your tiny eyes I discover that I didn't seize being.
And in your smile, retrieve, that which I'd been concealing.

Throwing your tiny little arms around me, holding me tight.
Crack open the cast, in which, I've been immobilized.
You're holding my heart,
Returning it back to life.