Like a whisper, you beckon to me,
but my heart is weary,
and my resolve is shattered;
You gather me unto you
like a bouquet of flower buds
so afraid to bloom;
To reach into my depths
requires a heart that is strong
and persistant and true;
I am battle-scarred,
and some of my wounds
are fresh;
They need the healing balm
of love,
gentle, patient, and kind;
I pray that this balm is you.


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I also need some of this nice, soothing, healing balm........
wonderful expression of true love and what it can do.