Let me be the bandage for your bleeding;
Let me be the ocean for your tears.
Let me be the secret of your healing;
Let me be the song to still your fears.
Love isn't love that cannot love in darkness,
Nor is it love that turns away from pain;
Nor would I not love to hold your sadness
And with my love your love of life sustain.
So do not think your malady a burden,
And do not think my willingness deceit.
Just let your sorrow flow into my garden,
And I will share with you the harvest sweet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A big sigh for this one TG, I loved the internal rhyme and the quiet endurence of the love you describe. 10 from Tai, never giving up looking for that healing again.