Who can know
the heart of another,
the secret trials that we must bear;
the love that never sees the light of day
the piercing hurts and the hidden wounds,
all clanking and chafing together as we walk?
Only one truly knows,
one precious companion
who walks beside you as well as me
who knows me as intimately as He knows you
who loves you as much as He loves me
and when we speak from our hearts
He can hear you through me
and me through you.
DF. 3-2-2021 1454
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