tenderness.

Gentle.
Soft, like the eyes of a dove, gentle and meek like lambs
Sweet, like the first drop of water after days in parched desert sands
Soulful, like the dark rich tones of a well tuned double bass
Simple, like the feeling of completeness when held in embrace

Hurt.
Crisp, hard, cold and sudden
Struck fast and hard, like life stealing venom
Bitten fatally, numb in an instance
Staring with unseeing eyes as Death makes His entrance

Yearning.
Gently torn, subtly asundered
Broken like glass, trampled like flowers.
Yet where tears should well, joy pools
where rage should reign, love rules