You don't know me.
Your life is a fight
to breathe,  to move,
to live.
But not to love.
You love as much as I do,
as anyone.
Only your ills are here
for all to see.

you came here
wanting for air and in pain.
My hands are no comfort to you
searching for a vein.
in order to help
I need to know you better
and more intimately
than your lover
or your muse.
I know your blood, your DNA,
your molecules.

I can see the mistakes
Nature has made.
They can be set right
and you can be free,
your life slowly to return.

I know all that about you
Yet -
you are a stranger to me.
Your pulse is on my screen
weaving a long line
But -
your heart is not mine.
You love HER
from afar,
glowing in her smile,
knowing beauty once more,
writing poems
for us all!
I know all that about the shell of your body.

SHE knows your soul.