Gentle

There is a heart so gentle, that if

Described as a physical sensation,

It would certainly be subtle elation,

So tender it may go without notice—

Like a butterfly among a snowstorm

Or a candle to a starlit form.

This heart encapsulates such kindness

That it makes acts of altruism appear

As gestures of greed by the sincere—

Charity becomes a motion for criminals

And sinners to perpetuate evil ways,

In contrast to the heart I appraise.

If there is a colour that can elucidate

Her soft touch, it is gold, but alas

That shade appears an earthly brass

When held to her heart—leading me

To believe that there is no metaphor,

To describe her…Yes, I’m sure. 
    DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com