Memories

let me be that poem that witnesses your secret yearning as your glance falls into that well of heaven of his a tightly guarded glance that lifts the veil of longings to let a fruitful imagination warm up your nights let me be that poem that witnesses you open yourself up wholly to your loved one without the fear of losing, brushing his hair counting each strand as a blessing you have won let me be the poem that witnesses the tears you let loose the years years of care and love expressed with deeds denied in words each word of those years of sacrifice is now a roll of tears down a floodgate greeted by his heartaching silence each dropp of tears that runs thicker than the years swifter than memory purifying the window of love