The Strength to Move My Pen

To’ve sweet o’ercome the bitter, and warmth the cold,

I would bear the bitter cold gladly,

For the hurt we trade, a return tenfold

In happiness to share we shall receive.

My mirth and merriment are yours to nourish;

Like children on their mothers, their lives depend,

Who without maternal love are doomed to perish"

Their broken lives too shattered to mend.

There’s much for which I wish to thank you,

But I 've far too much to be gracious for. 

And the confines of these lines allow only two,

But two my heart and soul do outpour.

Forgiving  me without want of recompense;

For giving me the strength to move my pen.

Reviews

[Jack...]

This is quite nice, though I am lost of the meaning I believe. I feel a certain diminishing of favor from one to another, a lack of charge for the one who has fallen here. Not to sure.

[LadyRosaline]

My happiness is caused by you..i want to share it with you..You have done so much for me..and I have not given you the same in return..I cant even begin to tell you how much I do appreciate you.. I know I don't let it show..You accept me and forgive me for reasons I do not know..and now because of you my void has disappeared..you have healed me.. I now have the strength to tell you how I feel..You have thawed my frozen heart..It is no longer numb..and I will now do whatever it takes for your heart to never have to dipp into that numbing bitter state..The pain that you feel..I also feel that pain..tenfold ...To share my heart and soul..that is all you wanted..nothing more..

[Jack...]

Thank you. Now I see.