Whispering Soul Poetry

Truly sad be my heart,
for hurt you I have done.
To be so very far apart -
Such weeping has been sung.

And with this very song -
pains arrows - they did fly.
Will we come undone?
Or wither with a sigh?

Anguish fills my being.
Desolation wraps 'round tight.
This life has no more meaning.
These wings canna take flight.

So tightly am I bound,
so certain be my heart -
That fleeing, I have found
would cause havoc to start!

For lost though I be now,
tis naught to what would be.
And so I wonder how -
forgiveness be given me?

For your pain breaks my heart.
As your pain be my own.
To ever be apart,
Yet never be alone....