Let the Uncertainty Quail

Little one, do not forget, the contentedness of this house. Sit and feel the rays of comfort that deluge the room.
Look around and appreciate the love that inundates the sensations flowing around like a beautiful bride’s veil.
Little one, do not give up, this is temporary. The feeling has gone astray, a centrifuge sort of force.
Time will only reveal, you have a radiant life ahead of you. Emptiness diminishes your smile, the body so frail.
Little one, do you see? The prepossessing woman reflecting back at you. The figure- a refuge to white lace.
Sauntering bride, do not forget, the contentedness of this love. Acquainted with comfort, let the uncertainty quail.