Your arms
Again and again I find myself coming back to your arms
They hold me with such purpose and gratitude
with such urgency and love
You hold me as if you think I will run away
and you do not wish to let me go
Again and again I find myself coming back to your arms
placing your hands in mine
whispering to you even though nobody is around
professing my love over and over
so you never forget
Again and again I find myself coming back to your arms
embracing me for solace, for comfort
embracing me so that you feel that support and love
feeling that embrace again and again
keeps me coming back endlessly
This poem is about:
Me