Thought #12

A heart unbound is a heart that can be hurt.

It is also a heart that can love.

 

Splendor

He was brutal.

He was rage.

He was ice and fire

passion flaming from his pores.

Loud

proud

handsome

lover of all women

and not a few men.

His work

genius creations

bold in color

sharp in style

made not a few

but many cry.

An aesthete

true

unlike most

who pretend

who are blind

to the beauty in all

in everything.

Photo by Art by Lønfeldt on Unsplash