There's an imprint on my left hand
where my forefinger meets my knuckle,
from where the that ring you gave me
used to live.
There's a gaping hole in my chest from where my heart,
the heart which only contained
love for you,
used to reside.
There's a scar on my thigh, from the day I was careless with your knife.
My hands feel cold and alone without yours.
You left your mark on me.

The weight that I used to carry on my shoulders, has lifted.
I feel light, happy, new.
But there's still an imprint on my left hand, where my forefinger
meets my knuckle.
The ring that you gave me,
used to live there.

She had eyes of intrigue,
Utterly, she waved the wind thick,
Somehow an orphan pollen,
Mastered the wave nd flew,
Intended to ensemble the crew.
That it will get stuck in her ring finger...
And never go off, no one knew!

and hands entwine
we are enriched
by love
refined

when two lives meet
become submerged
beneath the waves
of lover's urge
submit to him
respect for her
minds rejoice
bodies
merge

when to each other
vows are brought
two mental states
become one
thought

when to each other
strength we bring
and we don
the wedding
ring

when we're one mind
what will we think?
when hands
entwine
and

two

hearts

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SoulSurvivor
written 2/16/2009
rewritten 12/26/2015

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