Depths of the Broken Heart

The Wait

Once whole in him, she found her heart’s release, 
a shelter in his love, her calm and rest. 
Now, with his absence, torn and dispossessed, 
she bears the weight of soul without surcease. 

In him, she had a friend, a harbor true, 
the heart her own could cherish, safe and sure; 
but now, in darkness left, she must endure 
the shadow of a love that won’t undo. 

If far he stays, her heart, in fierce despair, 
loses its light, its color, hope and way, 
yearning for what was once her soul’s repair. 

She waits for him in dreams, her sweet repose; 
and trusts that life, by dawn’s rekindled ray, 
will bring her lost love back when morning shows.