I Suffer Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

You are songs from a wounded heart
Sweet as a river breeze on a hot day
Goldfinch sing along my blessed path
Theodora, how I wished you were here

I shall be the clouds that whisper
I will kiss you in our dreams
Grapevines and blueberries
You are lovely like flowers in heaven

Purple wildflowers like Monet
Your honey hair in eternity
Beauty can be a punishing silence
The love we crave is very sensitive

I suffer like a flower without a field