Understanding

Something people find hard to understand-
It's the reason why I want to hold your hand.
Wanting to feel as though I'm next to you,
Even though I know that it can't be true.
I want you to love me again like I love you,
Hoping and praying that you do love me too.
Willing for that beautiful day to come,
When you can finally meet your son...
My heart is something you hold in your hands,
Constantly beating but not making a sound.
More important are you to me than life,
Fantasising, wanting to be your wife.
I fear that there is nothing more to say,
But I will be here until my dying day.