What happens to the heart that overflows with love when there is no nourishment? Does it continue to thrive or does it whither and die?
A tender stroke
A gentle touch
Eyes lit up
Meant so much
A voice that’s soft
A smile that’s bright
These little things
Sat my world upright
A voice that barks
Eyes of steal
Words that bite
Bring pain that’s real
When hands refrain
From a sweet caress
My heart aches
With emptiness

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How can one bring back
Those tender ways
That nurtured love
And sunlit days?
By Judy Sheldon
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