Tenderness is sometimes brittle or fragile. It's a little flower, so gentle and damaged at the same time. As if it was bitten off, bitten into, as if something has damaged it terribly. It's ripped apart, an injured flower. One part of it is already missing, but it's exactly that lack that adds something special to it's beauty. It speaks of the gentleness of the human soul, which, whenever hurt, creates a different form.
