Your woe entails me like a sweet romance novel,
The passion, the drama,
Surrounds in sweet sensations,
The pounding, the horror in high definition,
Drew picture to your own accord.
Against the wall I stand as I watch in anguish,
The constant war of emotional healing,
The addictive drug so pure and angelic,
Gives rise to your lost in merit.
So as I stand by in lost of words,
I just want you to know,
You can always talk to me,
Even though it may not show.
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A lovely poem, well articulated and subtly written to mellow the heart. Thanks for sharing. Please have a look at my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.