Your soft countenance;
behind which profound wisdom
lie, is what I seek
Your familiar hands;
Calloused and dry, but full of
Warmth, is what I need.
And the hard words from
Your soft lips-my eternal
Salvation. My air.
YOU ARE READING
From the bottom of my heart
Poésiemy homemade poetry #94 in poetry on 17 Dec 2015, 10am #33 in poetry on 31 Dec 2015, 12.36pm #12 in poetry on 17 Jan 2016, 11.58pm All rights reserved © Cover designed by @dcrktimes
