Your hand on my shoulder
As I lie on the couch next to you
Fills me with a calmness my body craves but never knew
The light touch of your finger tips
Softly resting on my skin
Like morning rays of sunshine
Gently warming me within
You hold me so very gently
It's a tenderness I've never felt
I hold back tears of happiness my walls begin to melt
I surrender to you completely
My mind, my heart, my soul
I have known always known we were destined
It was out of our control
About the Creator
Paint and Weave
Author's Notes: I rediscovered my 1980's poetry magnets box and in it were two poems I find compelling. I recall having challenged myself to create two poems using the same set of words. These two poem are what spilled out. Which one resonates more with you, version A or B? Leave it in Comments. I'd love to know your thoughts!
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