For Edrei

My love, Remember when I said I won’t write anymore for thee? I was wrong. My emotion was overflowing That my heart cannot bare anymore. Thy love for me Was the sweetest and the truest I’ve ever felt. It has a magic of powerful healing, Which cures my dying soul, But my love, I guess it was just my soul that thou healed – The scar in my heart left unpatched – Fearing me and making me doubt. Yes, I’m in doubt, But not of thy love for me, But my love for thee. I’m still a confused winged creature, Baffled on which land I should nest. Thou can call me nonsensical -- I guess I am, Because I love thee yet I’ll leave To find a perfect patch for my scar, So that when I’m perfectly cured I can see who I’m truly me. Sorry.