Have Patience

A Poem by Cyrano

For and about a very special, and unique, someone.

I love her,
She's beautiful.
Like a flower,
She blossoms in the mourn.
Her face is like a canvas,
Both drawn and painted by only the most talented artists.

This heart cries out,
It yearns for a remedy, a cure,
It is sick and dying.
Her presence is rejuvenating,
The symptoms are relieved,
If only for a moment.
O, no,
They've returned,
Where has she gone?