Gentle

She calls me “gentle”

That is all I’ve ever wanted to be

The world is not so kind

But she sees the best in me

She says I make her feel safe

I’m not a violent person

Unless you harm someone I love

Then the situation may have to worsen

She calls me “beautiful,” also

But it doesn’t mean as much

I strive to be gentle through and through

Considering I haven’t been treated with such

She says I’m different things,

But none compare to “gentle”

I want to give the love that was stolen from me

In hopes that one day it will become fundamental