Soothing The Sense Of Whole Poem by Titus Llewellyn

If sighing can nigh grip the edge of your seat,
let bold be it worthy, to charm you this sweet
compare such a love that the moment you wept
can worthy enough move the heart as 'twas swept
The cinema prompts that the past need not try.
I don't need a tissue, for longing to cry,
I don't need it seemily wanton for wry
My dear, and I don't need reminding you why.
(How handsome a fellow yet weaker than ill
We'd cuddle up close, whisper, Oh! I love you still
Whilst the warmth simmered on the edge of a stir.)
I don't want the rest of my life as it were.
(To be found lying awkward instead, for care,
had settled him down in an ordinary chair.)
No woman's the worse for loss littlest though;
There's one thing about him, his temperature's low.
'He hadn't disagreed as he would have done
What calm, is comfort. Stillness had begun.
Death defies what has been ready to give.
'If not for the want for the reason to live.
His liveliness awhile had an arrogance sought,
Us carefully asking, if alright were fraught,
As much as we tried, to bring him back to life-
Doctors and nurses and a poor dear wife.
To bring back what cannot be a part of me
Which will be a sadness, selfishly free.
How movies (have reminded me what I miss)
That for once, entered within my soul.
A soothing of the mind a sense of whole.