What path is sculpted by her heart...

What does one do when finds his love apart,
Her thoughts from him and on some foreign art?
What would he say to steal her coveted ear,
To see and know what love is in her heart?
How selfish he to keep her thoughts so dear!
What man is he who cannot lend with love
But time, with kindness that she breathe enough
The breath of youth that finds her soul and starts
Her on what path is sculpted by her heart?
To trust in love; allowing her to live…
To let her grow, and grace and freedom give…
To help her find herself that she might know
Down which path the gentle breeze might blow.
And what a path impassioned feet will tread!
Never stopping, never failing, and never found unled.