The Sore Feelings

The more I attach to him

The more I feel his pain within him

Simple and sound look if his

Often disguise sore wounds.

Never ever he opened himself

As deep as he did to myself

Expressing all that is within

In a language so clean.

Even though thought lingers

He always approaches in dignity

When asked to be respectful

Lay himself still until you seem full.

Wiping away his thoughts

Seems a great loss

But I believe sometimes

Even loss leads to the right gate.

I choose the path tough

To be strong and rough

Until I make it through

To reach the one I plough.

Gem is always buried deep

To know someone if heap

One needs to dig down

Until the gold is shown.