affection

I wrote this poem a few months ago with the idea of being comforted by someone we love, for them to be there for us as long as we need them. Someone who gives us warmth, reassurance, a calm whisper of “I am here, hold tight – it will get easier.”
 
[Written on 5.4.2015]
Oh, my heart!
My dearest love!
You are too precious to shed tears.
I am here to comfort your fragile words which are left unsaid.
I will whisper the many joys you bring into my life.
Be silent with me.
I will hold you as long as your heart feels warmth, once again.