Rachel Henley Poems
All My Woe
I ask of you something dear.
Something heartfelt and somewhat sincere.
Hold the one you love,
Closer now, and ever so near.
Tell them how you love them so,
How them breathing, makes up for all the woe.
For the one I truly loved,
Does not, even now, even know.
How me breathing without them,
Is the reason of all my woe.
Lets not measure the distance darling.
Do not get frustrated at the miles.
Our bodies, far apart.
My heart, is with you all the time.
I crave for you to be close,
I beg for you to be near.
Then the wind whispers in my ear
'Darling I'm already here'