She, whose smile sets
me free
from all this misery,
and hurt,
in me.
She, whose face helps
subside
the pains deep
inside,
the veins,
in me.
She, whose eyes
pierce through
all that is true,
finding the truth,
in me.
She, whose fingers
control
the strings of my
soul,
filling the hole,
in me.
She, whose hair’s
sweet smell
helps quell the
yells,
of demons,
in me.
She, whose lips sweet
taste
help lay to waste,
the grief,
in me.
She, whose skin’s
soft feel
helps to heal,
the wounds,
in me.
She, whose body on
mine,
is so divine,
turns the water to
wine,
in me.
She, whose voice in
my ear
helps destroy all the
fear,
and dread,
in me.
She, never again will
I see
My love has made her
flee,
now replaced with a
void
in me.
