Her pain is your pain, two hearts beating as one; you’re one and the same. When they say love hurts this is what they’re speaking of. The one you love so is ill or in pain and you can to do nothing to alleviate it. Relegated to the role of a nursemaid; for your love for her is strong but you’re no savior. You pray to the healer, our Lord and Savior that he may show her mercy and grace. You wait. Gently you stroke her hand attempting to be as comforting as you can. Suddenly it breaks. That sickness is removed from her body or at least the symptoms go into remission. The sun of your love’s universe is shining bright once again. On your knees you thank the God for your heart has been healed along with her body. Because… her pain is your pain; when they say love hurts this is what they’re speaking of.