ROMANCE Poem: Dear *****, by Eleanor Cook

All is fair in love and poetry
A beautiful fantasy
From my heart
To your soul
It’s my art
Makes me full

What can I give you, dear?
When you are not near
Asked for silence
So I gave it
Haven’t seen you since
You broke it

My heart is yours
A melody strummed from its cords
It sings for you
Can you hear?
It’s turning blue
Needs your touch, dear

Dying, turning grey
Come home I pray
Only you can heal it now
I only ask for your presence
You can save your vow
Bless me with your cadence

Touch me darling
Heart is starving
It craves you
Hold me
Till the sky is baby blue
I weep as I watch you flee

Like a bird set free
Come home if you need
I’m here for you
With my love in my hand
If you want me too
I’ll be your best friend