WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES....

A HEART LAID BARE
She knows the ache of love’s cruel dart,
A wound unseen, a pain that tears the heart.
Alone she weeps, adrift in sorrow’s sea,
For broken soul, yearning to be free.
Yet, when fortune smiles, a fickle friend,
A crowd surrounds, their hollow comfort lend.
But love’s true pain, a silent, secret strife,
A hidden wound, a fragile, precious life.
She offers all, her body, soul, and mind,
A sacrifice of love, pure and refined.
No outward sign, no wound to see,
But deep within, her spirit yearns for thee.
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI