Restoring Bombed Areas

In courtship days he was all gentleness

And gave her fragile heart that which it asked.

His voice rang Temple bells; in his caress

She felt the touch of angel hands. She basked

In beauty at the shrine of love and knew

A lilting, winging, mounting ecstasy.

Before the altar through a star-mist hue

She felt her husband's kiss, they joyously

Tripped through her door to meet: heartache--Veneer

Worn thin through nearness left him strange and crude.

She struggled through each disillusioned year

Her spirit trembling when his soul stood nude.

Her castle shattered but in writhing pain,

She gathered pieces to rebuild again.