She gingerly takes his hand in hers,
And tries to imagine the pain he endures.
A soft blanket of compassion enwraps her,
But soon the feelings of fear and sorrow entrap her.
He looks at her with bright, kind eyes,
And tells her not to cry.
Despite his words, she weeps.
She stares out the window at the apathetic trees.
She shivers, though the room is not cold.
She hears a cry of despair from a dove within her soul.
He wraps her in a warm embrace.
Tears begin to fall from his angelic face.
In that moment, their souls entwine.
It is a moment so perfect and sublime.
It is a moment where love transcends the pain;
A moment powerful enough to create an eternal flame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem