I wish to see the tulips

In their splendor testify,

Your beauty is reality

Not some shell you hide behind.

Friendship is a solemn gift

Not given by the blind.

Is there something more you seek?

There is no more to find.

All are fools but for His Love,

No other story matters;

I have no greater gift to give,

Though see your heart in tatters.

An idol’s not a thing that lasts,

Broken bent and battered,

It’s buried deep beneath the earth,

With its subjects shattered.

Copyright 2023.    L.L Shelton.