💔When The Heart Cries💧(An Original Poem)

💔When The Heart Cries💧

When the heart cries out from pain all it's own,
its sorrow surrounds the core of the soul.
It leaves a mark, like no other known,
and begs silent comfort, no words can console.

The comfort of arms, an embracing of hearts,
no words will ever express such a need.
Within arms' circle the pain soon departs,
with purity of mending that stifles the bleed.

When the heart is weeping, it's sorrow a flow
alone in its silence, so sad and unsure.
A simple hug with insight in tow,
combining the two is power to cure.

Compassion is something that bares no price,
this precious gift that was meant to be shared.
When used with sincerity its touch is precise,
and crowns the bearer of someone who cared.

If I were to tell you my heart is in tears,
could you really see the pain I feel?
Would you take the time read my fears,
and feel my sadness, if I revealed?

Could you look in my eyes and touch my soul,
with words left unspoken, would healing begin?
With arms out reaching and comfort the goal,
by replacing my sadness, a smile you win.