The flaws, what we try hard to hide. The heart, trying to seem perfect, within an imperfect world. So, the heart keeps it secret. What, should be deeply applied; only sometimes implied. Love, I could show you, but; would rather just make it up. What’s, not so easily complied; kept, neatly tucked away. What needs to be revealed, concealed; a heart in disguise. Covering the hurt, concealing the pain. We wink, to cover up the wince. The play, for a jar made of clay. Don’t, let anyone see you blink, to give your soul time to think. Suppress your feeling, or become a heart exposed… as only human? It’s okay, to not be okay. Beauty, can come out of ashes. The brave-hearted, that shows you can find strength, in your vulnerability. Under the quiet, and in the silence. Be moved, to be bold; showcase your worth. You, don’t have to confess. We’ve all, have encountered mess. Trying to find our best, through every test. To help bring about, a peaceful night’s rest. In a time, where lines can become buried. We don’t, have to let our heart and soul. Become afraid, of living out your truth; your hopes, and dreams. Strong faith, though sight unseen. A heart knowing, a crimson love. The soul, brushed against the breadth. A cosmetic smile, just a veneer. When a heart, tries to seem polished. The soul, emanating varying shades… of love. With, each look in the mirror; things, still not as they should appear. The true meaning of love, it’s found, draped within a scarlet glow. Rather, than being noticed; we pretend, everything is okay. The love concealed, within bottled up emotions. Life, can sometimes seem, like a masked ball. A private dancer, looking for a love; that will slow dance with your heart. Out of sight, doesn’t mean out of mind. Every heart, has an identity, with a destiny. Deeply flawed, seen through the right lens. Reflects a heart, with a purpose, the love beautifully becoming. The Concealer, that transcends!