I sit and wait with heavy heart
For news from far away.
Each message flash I have to start
to see what's there to say.
The canker that has gripped her life
is holding far too strong,
Has she the strength for all the strife
this fight goes on too long.
No way will it hold me under
I inhaled his warm breath.
My heart is a roar of thunder
that wont be put to death.
Worry not my precious lover
the grip is not too strong.
You know I shall recover
by your side I belong.
Within a moment I see black
and fear has gripped my soul.
Yet I hear your voice & straight back
I fly with such control.
Your the love that keeps me going
when darkness tightens grip.
Then without us even knowing
we beat a painful trip.
Author notes
The first two stanzas were typed by me into a messenger window and read to PassionPromise in a coma, when she came out of it it was to type the reply.
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Beautiful, heart felt poetry.you never fail to amaze me with your softness of heart.she is so lucky to have a friend such as you.Well done to you and good luck to you both, Ros
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Thanks so much Jeff for being you, honest, loving and loyal. Always replying to your words of love makes me stronger. You give me strength.
I love you
Tory
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I like it. I am a sentimental fool. Have some bunnies.
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