Your words run on like the ink on a page
The script scrawled on a parchment so smooth
The air crisp, something I used to miss
The tracing of your finger
I still feel it linger
The crackle of a fire
Contrasting those eyes I admire
Your arms are my place
Your scent left in a trace
Tell no other soul
The words I used to keep your heart full
The leather worn down
Oh you behold the crown
I await all night
Knowing you'll be alright
