Verbatim

[Querida]

let me reach out
and touch upon a word
a word that lets you share
that which i feel
and fail to tell
how it scars the soul
every shudder that trembles as those memorable wounds are touched upon once more....
why should you not know how it feels
to hear the morning dew whisper
to feel the pulses of loving words
to see the heavenly sound of melodies
bitter tears shared have a sweetness of their own
and however love may be praised it too grows jealous
of not being felt the same by all