I know that she has questions,
things she'd like to ask.
Her head is spinning wildly, I can tell
even though she tries to hide
the disappointment for answers I do not provide.
I know that she's been wondering
What I do late at night.
When most creatures take a rest,
I find myself in darkness at my very best.
She decided to let it be, to just be here, snuggled up against me.
I know that I can be self reserved
and quite on my own,
Even appearing unreachable, almost made of stone.
Until I look at her
and feel an undeniable heat,
Aching veins, racing heartbeat and
Quite honest, I do not know,
I have no clue what I did to deserve it, her. Served on a silver plate.
Without any doubt, it clearly shows.
she is my safe haven, My refuge,
my lover, my soulmate.
And I hope that she knows...
JE LEEST
Come what may
Poetryain't it wonderful how we hold on to life by simply finding something worth living for? and even stranger it is that it might be that in that very specific search for happiness that we end up finding something completely different...
