Your Arms

Dear Lover,

If your arms should cease to work,

hold me in your eyes.

And if your eyes should go blind,

grip me in your mind.

And if your memory should depart,

grasp me in your heart.

And should your heart stop beating,

stow me in your soul.

For a soul lives on forever,

peaceful, secure and whole.

But for now your arms are working,

and there I will abide.

Although it is your arms I touch,

it is not with skin that I collide.

Not really, no.

It is your sight, your mind, your heart, your soul--

they channel through your arms and fold around my sight, my mind, my heart, my soul, allowing me to grow.

If your arms should cease to work, and you can hold no more,

know that I am grateful to have had this moment, now and forevermore.

Love,

Your Soulmate