Pretty. Simple

The silence in my speech was

Recognized by many.

But, she could recognize

The speech within my silence.

Each day, the sunrise sprinkled the magic

Of beaming glory through countless windows.

The happiness that gleamed to me was

However, from those sparkling eyes.

What contrast lies between Her and me.

For she is happy with even broken toys.

And the pains of a broken heart

Are visibly excruciating to my eyes.

It must be the contentment

That drives the smile.

For she knows that her feelings are

With us and not toys that beguile.