Oh softness of my heart,
wherein lies the pain of my tears and my sorrow,
If I could only pluck you out, and become immune...
Immune to the torment of my loneliness,
as my love lies on a foreign shore...
Immune to the pain of loss,
freed from the shackles of my emotions.
There is no opiate that will ease such trauma,
no surgeon can cure this malady,
and so as the sting of my loss once again returns,
I wish to grasp that inner part of me,
and destroy it, to never again feel so lost...
Yet I know that this is not merely a piece of an organ,
this Achilles heel is simply a door...
and whilst it opens to allow pain to invade..
It is also is the doorway for love....
Hence I will cherish the loss and the pain,
because I know that it is a part of love...
And I know that our joyous reunion....
will put an end to moments like these...
I love you...
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Although I had to wipe the tears to see the keyboard in order to post, I must say, this was so absolutely delectable to read. Thank you so very much for this gift. ps
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