Ours

When  I question you,

When I doubt you,

And the thought of leaving

flatters me,

There you come,

With your little sweetest things,

Once again soothingly assure me.

Your words of missing,

Your words of grieving,

When you say how it burdens you,

Of not reaching and touching.

You never know,

They even make me bleed.

For all I know is,

Our love is a great mystery

4 July 2012