How sweetly do those false lips smile
When inside your heart lay dying.
How serene and calm your countenance
When your eyes would fain be crying.
And yet not one precious drop
Your downy cheek has marred,
Though your tender heart, I know
Must be so heav'ly scarred.
No cries of pain escape your lips,
Your eyes deftly conceal
The deep sense of loneliness
That they have made you feel.
No anodyne for broken hearts,
No cure for dreams now dead,
No salves for wounded souls,
Whose lacerations bled.
Only the warmth of my arms
Cradling your trembling form
Will be your steady anchor
Throughout this violent storm.

NICE POEM!