The wounds of love
Rack my
heart, while
Suffering
measures my desire.
Your picture
evokes my despair, yet
Elevates my
hope - a sign of tomorrow
All in one
breath.
O suffering
love, banish my sorrow
Overcome my
heart-felt loss!
Today you
are in my soul beyond
The mind. Now
Let love,
ride roughshod
Over my
wastefulness, my futility,
Let joy
overcome the forsaken yearning
Of heart-felt
needs.
Let love
reach out, grasping to
Raise my
spirits from the depths.
Wounds of
love,
Dare to rack
my heart.
Bring joy!
Bring on love!
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