Yours To Title Poem by sheade rudman

Your pain is real....I feel it to..
These tears are true...
The hurt saddens me...
I pray for thee to be free...
Release from a tormented heart...
A dormented soul...
I want you to be whole..
I wish I could turn these fears and sadness...into more than joy and gladness...
Im sorry for what you are facing...
Your heart is surly racing...
Displacing many a thoughts...
If I had to see you...
I'd hold you...
And say...all will be fine...
But that would be a crime..
So I shant commit...
I let thee be...
The skies are grey within....
They shall be blue again...
During the struggle...
You are on my mind...
Conceived in my thoughts...
Constantly...I beg for the recurrence of joy...
Ek sit hier en wag...en verlang na jou glimlag