Here is a poem that is as much about missing someone and not being able to reassure them of your love, as it is about surrendering to something you cannot control, but loving them anyway.
Love
Bombs are falling, but love is strong
He took her hand for the first time. He was finally old enough to marry her. From then on, Alexander and Tatiana would walk together; again and again and again and even now, when their road is wounded with gaping holes, bombed and obliterated and no longer exists.
Rosie Goes 
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