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2006-03-27 18:10:08 ET I Have Loved Him ~ 9-27-99 I have loved him. I have loved him in ways that are unimaginable. I have held his head to my breast and cradled it there. Never speaking a word. The beat of my heart soothing his every pain. I have touched his face in the softest way and stroked the skin there. Healing him. Loving him. I have held him in my heart. I have held in my soul. “The prayers I say at night, are for him.” “The color of my eyes belongs to him.” My very heart is full of his essence. I would pull down the moon and stars if he asked for them. I would hand over the sun and never let it burn him. I have kissed him, soft and full. I have kissed away his pains and kissed away his sorrows. I have seen the joy that lies deep within his eyes. I have seen the scars etched across his heart. I have seen his very soul, bared to me, open and honest. I have seen his heart, there in his hands, “bleeding before me”, as he offered it to me in a silent penance. For the pain he has caused my heart. For the worry he has caused my soul. All this I have known in a darkened room, on a stormy night. When the candles burned bright and the wind hammered the windows, and I was alone. |
