Savior Poem by Austin Glover

Fixed beating, a comfort upon silence,
On and on, as the second hand goes,
Whose hunger resides in the cold air tense,
The ticking pulse which never slows.
Alive with emotion, yet dead with weight,
The puzzle received, with pieces lost,
Replaced so finely, an uplifting fate,
Along came a girl, free of all cost.
Now there in her hands, rests my heart today,
Her loving embrace, gentle with care,
A smile so warm, beside her I lay,
Past meanings of love, could not compare.
Broken was I, while I thought I was whole,
If it meant having you, pain was fair toll.