My woeful heart thus clad in painA poem for those separated from the one they love, it is moving in its simplicity. Go read the rest.
Knows not well what to do or say,
Long absence grieveth me so.
For lack of sight near am I slain;
All joy my heart hath in disdain,
Comfort from me is go.
If you'd like something a bit more joyful, you might consider accepting Pope Francis' invitation for couples to join him on February 14th.
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