Adrift in open water,
amid an awful storm.
And yet I feel secure and stable
in your arms, so warm.
For, together, we are living,
whilst apart, we just survive.
Until now, I never knew
what it's like to feel alive.
What is this sensation?
What does it even do?
And why does everything seem to change
when I simply think of you?
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The ways of love (#WATTYS2020)
PoetryHere are some original (unless otherwise stated) poems about the many different forms of love/types of relationships. Feel free to use these poems as inspiration for and/or rhymes, lullabies, etc. in your own stories. All I ask is that you tag me...
