Take Me

Being in your arms reminds me of the sweetness of Summer.
This is why I come alive when you come around.

At night the light I see in your eyes keeps my troubles at bay.
All the things we say & do because we have each other.

Being “yours” means more than silver or gold.
So give me the gift of your warmth when you come around.

Love is a revelation, not a tragedy.

The better angels of our nature rise to the top when we’re together.
Take me by the hand with every word you live & breathe.

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Categories: Poetry | Tags: , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

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2 thoughts on “Take Me

  1. Sweets

    Love this line, especially: “Love is a revelation, not a tragedy.” Yes!

    Like

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