Remember a time <br />when all of desire. <br />Was to lay beside. <br />During long quiet <br />hours of nightfall. <br /> <br />To hold to care to <br />lay near breathe. <br />Each lung filled moment <br />suspended hear. <br />Your heart beat. Echo <br />softly as night calls. <br /> <br /> <br />To hold within <br />long empty arms. <br />No more. As day ebbs <br />broken beating down <br />dissipated bloodstream. <br />Regardless of beauty <br />past felt betrayals <br />faults all imperfections. <br /> <br />To accept without restraint <br />being as sculptured weathers. <br />Such is love leased forever. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © Terence George Craddock<br /><br />Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/contentment-37/
