a poem about love coming within range of happening
|The cold comfort can change,|
when there’s love.
Nothing is out of range,
with these emotions high above.
The blanket is your warmth.
On those lonely nights,
where my heart reaches for you,
as darkness fades in lights.
You said my name,
in your dreams.
You reached for me as I slipped.
I’m empty without you it seems.
I need your comfort.
This time I can’t stay away.
My desires to hold you,
can’t wait another day.
This strength I hold inside,
wanting to release on your body.
To take you to a world of desire,
where I love you for the rest of our lives.