The Hearts Struggle

The smell of her hair,

the seduction of her eyes,

intoxicate me.

Softness that relaxes her face when love washes over it,

hits the heart like a wave not seen coming.

The pain of her pain.

The sadness of her sadness.

Moves past barriers exhaustingly built.

Past ego and self.

To fix,

to free,

all hurts caused by love and love forgotten.

My wish, my torture.

Love beyond ego of self,

beyond all hurt of loss.

Love that crumbles walls built with steel, stone and time.

The love I have for her.