With Love, She Was

She was a brailed poem,
..that I had to touch in words,
,in order to heal her wounds,
and occupy her void..
..with love..

She was a deaf poem,
..that I had to action my words,
In order to reach her hurt,
And rich her heart..
..with love..

She was cripple poem,
...that I had to bring together my broken words,
so as to, seal her hole,
And make whole, again..
..with love..

She was a wheel chaired poem,
,so I had to push my word,
..into her world,
In order to reach my destination,
..with love..

She was a limping poem,
..that I filled the step that she jumped,
,with my words..
so as to fill the gap,
..that kept us apart,
...with love...

She was a bed Leiden poem,
..that I read to my words,
words not of a lullaby,
,but then she passed by,
..and on my arms she fell..
,she fell for me..
...with love ..

She was a poem,
,that I read only ABC..
..but I understood to XYZ,
in between, words in numbers,
..1 .. 4 .. 3 ... example.. I love you,
,,she slept .. 4 .. 4 ..
..with love..

                          ⓒ2016