Reconstruct Poem by Ninja Soul

And yet still she is everything he wants. A loss of love, and to replace its stead is not as easy as slicing bread. Especially one is so selective. An elective not of your choice, but of his heart. A caressing start. But time over that which one obsesses. Faults are created and can be easily agitated. Gentle one says as if your capturing a butterfly within your hands. Once damaged he will never be the same. His vulnerabilities are not to blame. His weakness is his pain. And her hands have become stain. He will loath with an oath as a promise he takes to his grave. A distraction is what he needs, what he craves. Another good poem by an excellent poet.