(I'm searching for an honest way to start
to weave mere words into a work of art
and share with you the secret in my heart)

I cherish my memories of moments we share.
Life is charming when I'm caught up in your scheme.
I feel as though I'm precious when I'm in your tender care,
& I'm devoted to the way you make me dream.

I recall your caresses when I'm otherwise broken,
& your tender kiss upon my tearstained cheek.
My mind repeats gently all the words you have spoken.
You help me through the times when I am weak.

The aching of that empty, lonely place,
in the recess of my soul where you've not been,
scarcely matters when my fingers hold your face,
or I feel your tender hands upon my skin.

I'm fulfilled and I'm content when you're beside me,
& with my memories of the way you make me feel.
Still a secret longing lingers deep inside me,
To have you know my soul and help me heal.

©Paula McCarty
(for a friend)