Just a Final for today, OK?

"Winged Gift" translated from Greek. She is that not only to me, but many. I realize that many come here very personally, and I don't, for righteous cause, but some "THINGS" are so Sacred, shared best with 1.

ALDARA, my "supension", EVER my itention,

while knowing I'm often not a healing medication,

No thought in the moment of flowery hearts,

or re-starting starts, or lust about parts;

Just someone I'm bonded to, not "BOUND"

another, with whom I've so often found

those joys and aches that do so ground

to other fantasies, (realities?) casually denied

as so often we hide, in microcosims

or SCHISMS,

we might think offer more

than what we considered, or denied before.

No over the top, gushing prose here

just a hope that my words, and/or feelings,

touch her ear, letting her know I am still near.

I'm less than me, without that essence

and as earlier in attempts more silly and pleasant,

I'm mostly affected in an infected way,

by what bothers her most, most every day.