Cuddle close the one that loves you tender.
Hold softly to heart those emotions of this sender.
For they are passions that can never be bought.
And come from battles that are hard won, fought.
Nestle near those words of love given freely.
Devour with understanding their seedy mealy.
For they are the children of a pure loves want.
And should be always treasured, never to flaunt.
Yearn with fever for a gentle touch pressing.
Long with hope for that loves rich dressing.
Live for your love with youthful zest.
For it offers all of it’s all in true loves rest.
Copyright © Mitchell Griswold | Year Posted 2020
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.