Understanding
If I should ever need to reach your heart,
Or feel the firmness of your clasping hand,
I pray that you will always do your part
To guide my groping way, and understand
That sometimes, even in a love like ours,
Dim shadows of unrest may dare to grow,
And in the darkness of these sudden hours
Your gentle touch or words might make them go.
If I should search for reassurance, dear,
Within the quiet depths of your own eyes,
Oh, let their gaze remain as wise and clear,
Without rebuke, or sharpness of surprise;
For if you shut me out to grope in vain,
I may not wish to seek your door again.
~ Pauline E. Soroka ~
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