In Her Arms



living is no fun anymore
She is the purpose of life
with Her I can live forever
lifes a dream and in Her arms
all my dreams will end.

there are many who lust for Her
i need Her more than them
all the nights spent dreaming about Her
will seem like fleeting seconds
once I am in Her arms

She beckons me silently
waiting with open arms
and promises unspoken
all the rolling river of tears
will freeze at Her icy touch.

in Her eyes I see eternity
Her touch will give me wings
She will give me serenity
and I would give up anything
to sleep in Her arms tonight.

2 comments:

Ghetufool said...

you know what, those who lust for her, also think the same things as you do.
otherwise, nice poem. welcome to the world of blogosphere...or shall i say, hail the re-birth.

Anon said...

Cold eyes...cold to touch...and in her arms, you'll definitely be (out) cold.