i find comfort in her many smiles
and all her tiny creases
whenever i am with her
i truly know what peace is
i find comfort as i watch
the rise and fall of her chest
i know she knows i watch
this trust it needs no test
i find comfort in her passing touch
however fleeting it may be
a simple pillow fluffing
or an afternoon garden tea
i often find her comfort
when she comes seeking mine
we both draw and then cross the line
and everything is just fine
i find comfort in her soft words
they roll from her tongue with ease
we speak of everything and nothing
all at once or as we please
i find comfort in her love
our future is in her eyes
she is my love she is my life
and i am stronger by her side
About the Creator
Brenton F
It's just a token of my extreme - Frank Zappa
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Final Call
She flings her arms around my neck and squeezes me like she’s never going to let me go. My head spins as her lips brush against my cheek. She must be able to feel my heart thumping in my chest. I shuffle backwards and ram my hands into my coat pockets, watching her reach down and heave the rucksack across her shoulders.
By Caroline Craven4 days ago in Fiction
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Wonderful essence of comfort!