She comes to me at night
when I feel alone
and want to be left alone.
I don't want to be touched,
but her warm fingers
dry the tears falling down my cheek.
She speaks softly and
holds me until
the world is a better place again.
Friday, March 25, 2005
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1 comment:
The one poem that doesn't have the word 'love' in it is the one about love.
How lovely :-)
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