Poetry of Love and Pain

Jessi

I sit and hear her utter whispers
Of words I'd rather not hear
And it pains my heart ever so deeply
To see her shed a single tear
Her whispers filled with pain of heart
Of truths that she date not to see
Of desperate hopes that things might change
And free her from her misery
She reaches to my friend for comfort
And with this sight it brings me pain
For the affection that I wish to give her
Could not equal his good name
Yet she reaches out her hand to me
And I accept it willingly
For if my hand will bring her comfort
Then her hand is all I'll ever need