Sonnet of Empathy
My heart holds yours within its soft embrace,
I soften every cruel blow of fate
As much as mortal woman can. I weep
When you must weep; oh let me dry those tears
That hide the smiling beauty of your face.
And let me be a shelter from those fears
That follow you into the night and keep
Your soul from sweet repose. And I will wait
Beside you till you sleep, that I may chase
Those shadows from your life. I feel your pain
And heal the wounds, that you may love again;
Turn not your heart to stone, for through the rain
Of tears, still shines the sun. I will be there
To hold you close, to comfort and to care.