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Healing Heart copyright 1998

Healing Heart

They come to me,
Poor, wounded hearts.
A caring nature draws them in,
Compassion makes them feel safe,
Trust allows me to heal them,
Love bonds us while they are with me.
For who would not love such a kind and generous soul.

Yet when they heal,
They begin to realize something of that love.
Love as gratitude cannot replace,
Love of the heart and soul.
Once this realization clears in their mind,
I know it won’t be long before they leave.

Though they know I love them dearly,
That I will always love them,
Care for them,
Help them,
Their guilt, for not loving me,
Keeps them from being my friend.
Which is all I could hope for from the start

 

 

 

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