Sunday, June 7, 2009

Pain

It is viseral and lasting...
this pain, this aching,
wanting, needing and not getting relief.
Your words of my heart, "we are so fine",
and lasting, eternal for that I grieve, my loss,
my love and all you bequeath.
Your will, is it so, that we choose not to let go,
of the memories so sweet, our time too short,
all the possibilities, the future that will now not be known...
What did you intend, this life that you knew, or to be a part of me,
and the happiness we grew?
I don't care...I want it to hurt, I want my ears to bleed,
my heart to be torn and never to ease.
You are gone, just in body, not soul,
it is just a matter of sweet time,
until I feel you, touch you and all that we know.

You are my one true love ~

Love, Gianna