In the enclave of your heart

Within the depths; your solace soul

I've found my home; become a part

I'm tucked away, within each fold

In the ethos of your being

All my body, spirit, soul

Finds my life; discovers meaning

All of me, to have and hold

Authoring love's story

With ink, indelible

Written on my heart, always

And sealed; inseparable

Frail, her heartbeat faded 'way

Silent chamber; her shroud

Angelic babe, to sleep always

Fluttering wings surround

Mother carries, still, her child

Grief bemoans a dirge

Resting place; tomb, undefiled

Her womb, she's soon to purge

Born, absent of life and breath

To seas of tears; bereft

Innocence, entombed in death

Her father's chin and cleft

Cradled; pine and ivory

Silk garments draped in place

Blankets laid; white lilies

Her soul more pure than they

Fragile hearts are broken

Tears speak; no words define

Each time her name is spoken

Echoes sorrow, still carried, alive

Tincture: pain and suffering

Steeped in soul's deep waters

Seeping leaves whose fragrance yields

Reminders for the latter

Drink of sorrow’s bitterness

Tinged, once it imbues

Impressing on my senses

Pain’s taste and residue

Searing in my memory

The why, I’m suffering

So when I near the trigger ’gain

I fear that which it brings