Inking the Empty Heart...

  "His poetry reflects her eyes His chamomile tea starts her day His arms soothe her soul And his smiles mark her way. His words make her swing His hands, caress her hair His purity throws away her pain And his heart mirrors that she's fair." I want this 'him' to be you. You're all that I could ever wish for.  Failing in love doesn't mean you stop loving. If I'd fail at convincing you this time and I'd give up for all the difficult months, I don't know if you'd call me back or even you'd text me the way you're doing now. But I know that the world would continue running and I would be beside some other man one day. This is universally acknowledged. And so are you going to be. You haven't failed in love, you know? Because you didn't run out of it. You stood for your love till the end, till she entirely vanished from your life. So you won the match!  And I'm doing the same. I'm not running out of the match. I am holding