Intoxication bears its semblance <br />As lies its flavour in the weary hour <br />Breathlessness surfaces as becomes <br />The need of the moment is peace <br /> <br />Fragrant flowing senses dispel <br />The fear of dual anxiety <br />You bear the burden of the one <br />Who lies in your arms till morn <br /> <br />Oh sleep! Glory to your offering <br />As mind surrenders and body vows <br />To be in your arms undisturbed <br />The morn hails you awake <br />Again to snugly disband for the night <br />Once more in your splendid arms<br /><br />mandara pookal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-your-arms-30/
