POETRY - ROMANTIC: WOVEN INTO MY HEART

Woven Into My Heart

©Mimi Wolske, March 2014

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All's fair in love and war?

Then why does love hurt

sometimes?

Why is it then that you

Always hurt the one

you love?

Why do storm clouds threaten

Snuff the candle of love

too soon?

Softer lights, softer nights

Can soothe the heartbroken soul's

ballet.

How can I want to be

Whole when he feels hollow,

alone?

He doesn't know that he's

The friend woven into

my heart,

That he is the whisper

Of our past, yesterday's

photos,

He is the important

Joy, my shoreline that makes

nights warm,

He makes love beautiful.

Piece by piece I am bound

to him,

To his laugh, insanity,

strength, his independence,

his peace.

Love hurts when he's not here,

But, I give willingly

to him

Every grain of sand

That I am, I will be

I'm his.

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