The Wound

This cherished wound in my heart is your parting gift I nurse, nurture and care for it The hurt makes me remember the cherished bygone days The days when people called us love birds in craze Those days are behind me and all I have is memories The nightingale, the roses, the butterflies and bees The awesome togetherness, the astonishing ways The fragrant valley and symphony that waterfall plays The incurable wound keeps memories fresh My longing for love and caress burns my soul, my flesh I find thee whichever way I see My soul is your captive I am not free Spare me this pain, free me from the anguish Without you I am like an out of water fish Your return will be like a healing balm Return my life’s serenity and calm. Sintra, Portugal 08-11-2015