Wednesday, February 25, 2015


When my heart 
gutters out, 
you rekindle the flame. 
In darkness, 
your soul-light 
is the beacon 
that whispers my name.

One touch, 
like the Sun, 
a winter-starved craving 
for the promise of more. 
One kiss, 
a sweet promise, 
tastes of timeless rapport.

Your scent, 
an addictive lure, 
fragrance of home, safety, calm, 
Draws me close. 
Embraced by your love, 
the rarest of balms.

In sorrow, 
you are 
the only comfort. 
In joy, 
we become 
happiness squared. 
All that you are 
makes my every trial 
a blessing shared

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