"That Look"

Just what is that look I see on your face?      

For certain, a warm look of beauty and grace;  But it's also a mirror of a time and a place,  that hurt you and scarred you and tested your faith.
 

That look of uncertainty, of mistrust and pain, overshadows loves cleansing midsummer rain. Not all storms bring lightning, thunder and hail; Let loose your torment and allow the sun to prevail.

Be dashing, daring, brazen and bold, or you'll never find what the future may hold.             

One thing's for certain as you peep 'round that door, until you kick it wide open and throw your heart on the floor; no one can hurt it, love it or steal it, nor can anyone begin to heal it.

I see some sadness when I look in your eyes,  but also desire, it's just neatly disguised.             

  Your beauty overwhelms me, as does your pain; remember to stand in that midsummer rain.    


 Happiness awaits you, kick the door open, you'll see; loving arms you can run to;  kick now,  it's me.