Broken Voice

Her eyes could smile and shine like suns,
but know the storm had just begun.
His hand in hers had slipped away,
the evening of a sunny day.

His love was written in her heart.
Though gone, it stays like stolen art.
A rose has thorns and marks they leave,
the kisses she did not receive.

A star may shine, but not for long.
Her broken voice will sing this song.
For when a soul is touched by love,
her tears will shine like the stars above.

-M.