The shade of your sensitivity is evident
in your passionately beautiful words.
Beneath the surface of those delicate sonnets
is a tender and bruised heart,
needing to be acknowledged.
Sharing similar experiences with others
is helpful in easing the pain
of the loss so deep
that it continues to plague your dreams.
I wish, with a wave of my hand,
I could erase the hurt and pain
out of your heart and memory forever.
And then protect
that beautiful loving heart
from ever feeling anything
but pure joy again.
But, alas,
I am only mortal,
so time again will have to heal
these wounds.
All My Love