Love
Night drifts
along with dreams
and what they mean
Warm arms to hold
when thoughts run cold
finding near
a love so dear
to comfort
in the fright
and the fight
til morning's light
a task at hand
for not the feint
nor fear of heart
for unlike the lust
you can always trust
Love
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2018
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