Never heard enough
To act as handcuff
Choosing the promise of Thomas --
Doubt to dictate the shape is
As wide as eyes willing
To see what's filling
A burning vacancy; quelled
By a sincere heart weld
Bonding brittle steel together
Stronger, though little better
Than stained glass,
The fragile lad and lass
None ever told
Beautiful to behold.
Yet, as such they see,
Reflected so readily
The beauty in the freak show
Only they may know,
And feel such pity
For those too pretty
To comprehend a love
Some can never conceive of.