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.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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March 23, 2016 at 11:46 AM
Flora, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry. LOVE LINDA
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