29/08/2020 – Poem a Day Compilation
Do not cry, my sweet,
I cannot stand your tears.
They sting like nettles overgrown
And cut a thousand times as deep.
I long to dry your eyes, my love,
But how do I stop the rain from falling?
There’s no magic in these hands
And my words can cast no spells.
If I could take away your pain, my dear,
Scrunch it up into a little ball
And throw it into the fiery pits of hell,
I would not hesitate at all.
There is nothing I wouldn’t do, my precious,
To ease your hurting heart,
To give it back it’s vigour
And return to you your soul.
Because with every tear you shed, my beloved,
When you lay your head on my shoulder
I feel your heart break afresh
And I know there’s nothing I can do.
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