Your arms
My comfort zone
I fear if I can
Live on my own
Age makes me wise
My love for you
Ever on rise
Takes away my wisdom
You say ‘day”
My eyes turn bright
You call it “night”
My eyes lose sight
Do I need to know?
Wrong and right
When the only thing right is
My love and your words
Nothing charms me more
As the warmth of your arms
I don’t want to live
On my own
That will not be
Life of my own
[ Smiles ] Thank you for posting yet another lovely poem!
By: Renard Moreau on May 3, 2014
at 6:52 pm