love's gap

[HopperWolf]

Now are the times I need my words,

To touch and hold when I cannot,

Let love’s own sweet caress be in your thoughts,

To let constant delights be not forgot.

 

Now is when my pain is not my own,

But born as if I had been struck

Although I am far from you, my home,

Every blow is felt and the pain stuck.

 

What would I give to hold you now,

And take all your hurt through my touch,

Replaced by love and understanding how,

Happiness owed will come after this much.

[HopperWolf]

(Conversion confusion, this is actually the third post in this thread)

 

 

 

What you say strikes to the heart of the poem. The initial stress is on that need for the crisis is in that moment, and this is essentially a cry for help in what to say when I cannot act. But, as pained as I might be by that, my love, though absent, is the center of it, and so, I must come back to it. And in the end it is that love and the declaration and comfort that I try to convey that are the words I am trying to find.

 

But, of course, it is not everything I want to give to my absent love, for if it were the poem would not be written, and I would not long to breach the gap.

[SoaringIcarus]

(Conversion confusion, this is actually the second post in this thread)

 

 

 

Very nostalgic, and I like how the initial stress is on how you need the words, but even they cannot distract you thoroughly enough from writing about your absent love. The ending is also good, it ties everything up neatly.

 

-Icarus