Apon a Hill,  Mountains all around.

The Sun shinning apon this Isolated mound.

There stands a withered and torn Home.

Long ago abandoned and left on it's Own.

There lays a broken and used Door.

Set into the Mountain, and it's on the Floor..

The walls are thin and falling apart,

Where all the others left their mark.

The Floor is scared beyond repair..

The wind moans and echoes it's Despair..

The Hearth is filled to the Flute

With Ashes and garbage that's been left for soot..

The Table is broken and on the floor,

Next to the great and wondrous Door..

That's been open and unlocked for those who venture Near..

Seeking Shelter from all those they fear..

Creaks and Moans from this old Home,

Tell it's Story, open and bold, all it's Own..

The Time and Years of careless Neglect...

Makes you wonder, ponder and Reflect...

Apon the Hearth that was once so bold..

Sits all the Ashes, Of memories so Cold..

Dark and Deep, not a spark to be seen.

From along time ago, How could they be so Mean?

Old Pictures lay around Broken and Torn apart..

Dishes and Glassware, Clutter, and leave their Mark..

Where there was once a Family here,

But now they are gone, and No where Near..

From the Depths of this Old Home,

Cries and Moans tell of Someone's Own..

Hiding in the Shadows, and Creeping around.

You Search and Look to see what you found..

The once Noble and Proud Owner of this Mound..

Is in the Corner ;  on the Floor ; Gagged and Bound..

The Flight is in her Eyes, -SURVIVAL - and She's Bare..

From Head to Toe, she's dirty and needs Care..

Such care could only come from you..

He Who has the Heart so Lovely and So True..

Did you shake your head in Despair and Leave?

NO!  You Looked at me and Rolled up your Sleeve..

To Help me get Unbound and Untied..

From all the Pain and Anger Inside..

To Help me see that the Heart is Still Good..

And to see that my Home is Just made of Wood..

As if by chance, That I would without Fear,

Follow and Venture with you, To a place just as Dear..

As I wandered my broken Home, It told me of it's Woe..

Though I love you with all My Heart, I fear you from Head to Toe..

You Saved Me, Unbound and Untied..

From all the Pain and Anger inside,

I can't stop what you have started,

I am in a Flurry of not wanting, what's Parted..

Irony in itself is scary and unreal..

For all the Memories, I continue to Feel..

You came to me and Said "To help you Heal."

You Cleaned my Home and cooked me a Meal..

After my Belly was Full..

You took my Hand, You did Pull..

Into a Shower; A Bath; A Pool...

From out of that water, I did cool...

All the Anger and Pain from my Festering Wound..

And with ease of Care and Each time you Spooned..

Love, Care and Thoughtful Tenderness..

To My Aching and Painful Slenderness..

As I sit here in front of my Hearth so Warm..

You Hold and Love and Keep me from Harm..

I arch to you needing your Love and Touch..

Oh, Lord Do and DID I miss you So Much..

What more can I say, That I haven't Stated?

Everyone knows I want to be Mated...

Mated, Joined, Chained, Roped and Caught..

For Everyone who came along, Only you had a Thought..

That made my Heart take a Look at You..

For Now I know all the Lies, And I know what's True..

That I alone, LOVE, Just One and Only You.

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