“Woe to the heart of this one, the one who feels his touch when she sleeps and craves his voice in her ear when she has her moments alone. Woe to the arms she wants to wrap around him when she sees his face gracing pictures. Woe to the smile that warms her face when she feels he is happy or the little tears that fall inside of her when she knows he is a little sad, and he is just too far for her gentle touch...too far. Woe to the feelings that rush over her body in the moments she feels him thinking of her. Woe to everything that connects her to a past goodbye and their sweeter hello, to some mystery of a heart and things she feels he'll never know. To him ever surrounding her even if they ever part again, to the forever to be silent gift of true love that now seems to have no end. Woe to feeling it all from out of the blue, being given a beautiful gift from the start, to knowing it must be you or something inside you, and keeping it forever to myself and safe”
