Oil candles,
Incense aroma in the air,
Lights turned off,
A lonely place to hide.
A family portrait in there,
Your picture framed on the walls,
Every feeling shared, in a little box,
And a golden chest full of love.
A pillow on the floor,
In front of your painted face,
Here I sit for long hours,
This is my sanctuary for you.
Here I hide everyday,
From reality’s face,
Here is where I come to heal,
The injuries left from your sweet torture.
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This is a beautifull write, yes it is sad, however it is filled with so many comforts within the soul...... Very tender write ana.... A 10! Your writtings are getting so very good, they seem to have alot more charactor which makes them come alive to the reader.... Bonnie