To Hearts That Each Day Ache and Bleed Anew

To hearts that each day ache and bleed anew,
Fear not the loveless, nor their daggers that coldly run hearts through:
Exposed and raw, greet each day with neither shield nor fear -
Hasten and hunt the rarest of the rarest of hearts for drawing nigh
So gently to your breast to whisper all so warm into their ear.
Know that love is a ledge on a mountain high and those who leap do often die;
But love, the grandest war most often lost is one to daily wage, with a peace its prize
That twinkles twixt two lovers' torrid, untamed eyes.

I pray no men, nor any man, has your gentle soul calloused,
But if it's so, then deeply drink the remedy of my heart, my sacred chalice -
An opiate for your soul and the giver of winged and wondrous dreams
With which your pains main in an instant wane and distant seam:
There is, my love, my dreams between us intertwined
And now and evermore into my life ahead I step to find
You by my eyes aglow and in my gaze entranced,
Where by my tongue or pen your soul knows but true romance.