Ghost Of The Heart
My insides are shaking with fear.
The closeness fading that I held dear.
The smiles and joy of you being near;
are falling in these crystal tears.
There is a space, a place, quarantined and grimly lean.
If I could grasp the enmity in the void and return serene;
But, alas I possess no wizards wand or enchanted words keen.
Acquiescent bonds hobble and tortue, sever and mean.
Although your lips haven't spoken the words my heart is burden.
In my life your a distinction, treasured blessing and wonderful person.
I proceed vainly with no clue to the answer to reach into your heart.
Where do I begin, Where do I Start?
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