I look at him and I see a face:
One that’s covered in silent tears
His voice is in the deepest bass
Every word riddled by silent fears
Don’t give!
Always so cautious, always trying
never to give himself away
And yet I can see, he’s dying
a little bit more each day
Don’t give!
And the thought stabs my heart like a knife
Time put him in this spot and only time can heal
That all I can do is pray that the strife
Does not push him past where he can deal
Don’t give!
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Raivenne-lations 
Not giving is sooo hard isn’t it, Raivenne? I like the way you tackled the situation here.
Advice to the lovelorn?
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Time heals. Good thoughts and good wishes help
Much love…
Sometiems giving is far more beneficial than receiving!
A poignant poem – and the refrain is intriguing with its various possible interpretations, which perhaps all apply.