Innocent and Certain

At times he smiles

as though he never has

pure, innocent, and uncertain

he looks at her with intention

his eyes, against his will

tell her everything

his lips on her forehead

his arms hanging on for dear life

his energy can't be denied

nor is it wasted

But his heart

well, that remains with him

like an honorable doorkeeper, he guards it

she could be his ward

if he wills it

She'll wait for it

When his walls are finally down

She'll lightly pass through the rubble

of failed attempts, broken promises, and the bleeding hearts

of those who just weren't enough

Stepping softly

she'll look at him with intention

pure, innocent, and certain