The Shape of My Heart
Together we have been for so long,
I know not where my heart ends or hers begins.
My love for her eternal,
But I know not the words to express.
My hands were meant only to fix, erect, and build,
Not speak the depths of my heart.
Yet I know my heart is eternally full to be,
How do I tell her that my love forever will also be?
As one we are, she is I and me is she,
I know not our beginning nor our end.
Yet she is no more,
I only hope that she still sees me from wherever she now be.
Each moment was a treasure,
But those moments have now passed.
Much left unsaid,
Oh, my pain, my grief, my gratitude – the shape of my heart.
I know her heart goes forever on,
But I am not now by her side.
I can only swath her in silk and ermine in the colour she so prized,
Then place her gently in repose – this casket I made with my own hands.
She is okay, she will still be mine,
Wrapped in His hands of the divine.
But for now, I can only close the lid to whisper,
Good-bye my love, I will see you in short time.