A collection of poems

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  To me, he shines brighter than the brightest summer day. He does bring the sunshine in a small smile, does he not? With big blue eyes and gentle voice he comes. Walking to me, holding his hands outstretched in front of him. I grasp them, clutching to the safety and warmth found within them. I wish to never let go. He has become the center of this place I know as the world; he is the world to me suddenly. I fall into him, into his embrace and scent. I fall into the lull of serenity he brings to me and hope it stays for the remainder of this thing known as life, as living. If it does not, I will perish, give in to the want of death, an eager tugging forever present. For now, I ignore said tugging and follow instead the tugging of his hand on mine. And we disappear into this corner of life that is ours and ours only, no intruders allowed. Shallow waters swallow our ankles but I don't mind, for he is still there. So what do I have to worry about? He shall keep me safe, keep me warm. I worry not of nothing. No need to with his hand tight round mine. That is my safety net. We continue deeper and deeper into our small abyss, but that abyss is my happiness and I go with no regrets and nothing but him filling my thoughts and senses. If this is the end, I die happily.