The Wound
This cherished wound in my heart is your parting gift
I nurse, nurture and care for it
The hurt makes me remember the cherished bygone days
The days when people called us love birds in craze
Those days are behind me and all I have is memories
The nightingale, the roses, the butterflies and bees
The awesome togetherness, the astonishing ways
The fragrant valley and symphony that waterfall plays
The incurable wound keeps memories fresh
My longing for love and caress burns my soul, my flesh
I find thee whichever way I see
My soul is your captive I am not free
Spare me this pain, free me from the anguish
Without you I am like an out of water fish
Your return will be like a healing balm
Return my life’s serenity and calm.
Sintra, Portugal 08-11-2015
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