The Only Weakness

A slightly thoughtful gaze from under long lashes The wisdom of years revealed, yet only weariness in the eyes She created herself from torn fragments of pages From pieces, turning doubts into dust A light haze, a veil of the past’s trace In the lush curls, shimmering like frost On her lips, a pearly sleeping dawn Unspent tenderness melts and burns Even in the hardest armor, there is a crack In every stone there lies a fragile place My most beautiful woman Being strong is not always your fate Be a little weaker, please It’s so hard for me when you’re so stern Become my one and only weakness Not unyielding, like granite strong It piled up in excess, in the backyards of the soul Boarded up in a cross by a faceless judge By an executioner who once broke into life You let in—love, on a transient stay And now you yourself are both executioner and judge Tempered steel, with metal instead of blood Not to love, not to pity—sliding through life This principle you raised onto your pedestal Even in the hardest armor, there is a crack In every stone there lies a fragile place My most beautiful woman Being strong is not always your fate Be a little weaker, please It’s so hard for me when you’re so stern Become my one and only weakness Not unyielding, like granite strong But hope remains, on the tips of your lashes In the heart as a small spark, smoldering, alive Somewhere he exists, your own, only yours The one who will melt the Arctic ice with love