A sanctuary of thoughts

Sweet love

Oh sweet love, there are so many things left that you have to become,
This is just the beginning of the journey and to the pain you will succumb?
You have fire within you,
But your soul is as calm as dew,
You have the brightness of the moon,
You're a little tulip ready to bloom, a whole adventure lies ahead and you give up so soon?
You are a meadow of flowers, the drought cannot defeat you,
But to heal others you will have to go through,
The process of healing yourself, the scars you've tried to hide,
And to wipe away your own tears every time you cried,
Because believe me love, you are the magic dust they wrote stories about,
The world needs you for they need your healing, which they can't live without.