When you making everything alright by virtue of your presence
Soothing every
ache by your mere voice
Resurrecting
my deceased hope with just your touch
You came
into my life with intentions to have me know your feelings for me live
Bruised and
battered as you are, without harness you offered me your heart
Sadly shared
with you the news of my reality and all my ties
Yet you
remained rooted in me
Could have
called you daft but I chose to call you brave
How do you
pleasure in having your claws buried in the pits of my soul when my heart might
never be wholly yours?