The cure

Softly spoken through
gentle lips, softly sweet.
Softly gazing through
tender eyes, softly sweet.

Simply resting upon
gentle frame, simply sweet.
Simply held-up within
tender lace, simply sweet.

Who has the right
to say which
promises are sacred?

Subtle smiles stolen
from behind, so subtle.
Subtle smiles resent
gentle sender, ever subtle.

Simply soft,
gentle, tender and
softly simple.