She keeps a special place on her chest for friends and family.

There is no point in hiding it away or displaying it on a sleeve.

They will find it anyway for it belongs to more than her.

An object meant to send to others.

A priceless letter even if old fashioned.

Treasured beyond measure like a keepsake.

***

It is not an item meant for display only.

Buried and left to rot under a snowbank of dust.

There would be no value left in it for her or for others.

A withered flower left without water too long.

Tender care that does not bloom without attendance.

Several hands are needed from the beloved audience.

***

That flower has thorns like all good flowers do of course.

It does not make it ugly or unwanted.

Tear soaked parchment filed away until strength returns.

Out of sight does not mean it never existed.

It just means the significance was that much more.

Beauty lost and the emptiness where the roots used to lay.

***

Her heart is theirs not because they need it.

She is the one in need.

A relationship grown with care.

The seed of desire fed with love.

Watched to bloom under the glow of time.

The tea brewed from the rosehips oh so sweet.