Jade
By James N

My heart aches, and my soul cries.
As I wish this body would die.
This pain I wish not to bare,
for at my heart there is a tare

Only one can make this mend,
but yet she cannot comprehend,
the trouble, pain, and scares inside,
that I do so wish to hide.

But she cares not how I feel,
It is not my pain that she must deal.
Thus I mish call her jade,
for her love has come to fade.

I will state, two of my fears-
One-that she will not always be near.
The other-I wish to hide
That is on day, in her I'll confide.