She wants to add..
others want to divide
but your words,
they soothe and pacify
Filling her with tears she cannot cry
Old wounds, they bleed anew
There is no name
for what she feels for you
Your Galatea, you gave life to stone.
Now she haunts a life not her own.
Days conceal you,
Dreams reveal you
Have you tried to run from the wind?
Sooner or later, you’ll breathe her in.
And if you suffer,
she suffers twice.
If there were any grace,
would one embrace suffice?
Inspired to drop all pretension,
In surrender she finds a kind of redemption.
So take her hand , lock the door.
There are those that pray
and those prayed for.
The Spoils of War 