In Your Arms
A Love Poem
How was I to know that I would see you there across the room?
Could I have predicted our fledgling love would grow?
What started as a friendship has strengthened over time
A caring some will never know
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In your arms, I am focused on your charms
In your arms, I feel sheltered from all harms
I can feel my heart again
I'm the happiest I’ve been
In your arms
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I want you to know that I want you by my side
I want you to know that I’ve chosen you for me
When we're together, I'm convinced that I've found home
Our bond surpasses ecstasy
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In your arms, I am focused on your charms
In your arms, I feel sheltered from all harms
I can feel my heart again
I’m the happiest I’ve been
In your arms.
About the Creator
Julie Lacksonen
Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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