When hopeful fires can’t warm you up
And caring seems a long dead art;
When one harsh word cuts through your heart
And nothing fills your broken cup,
I will not speak of how you’re loved.
I’ll never claim to understand
Or how there is a bigger plan.
Won’t tell you things you cannot hear,
But give you my two listening ears
With tender heart and open hands.

Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge Prompt No. 90 (ART) in the B rhyme line.