The Tender Place
No one reason seems enough
To why I love you
Less insufficient, more perhaps too much
It's encapsulated in all you are
If I stop to think of them all
You'd be too beautiful to touch
You panic when you're happy
There's a darkness laughing
Saying 'Enjoy it while you can'
For the first time I don't care
Let me love the one who awoke me
Then take it all, everything I am
There is nothing else that's wanted
Nothing more to see
Than your beautiful place
Into the room
That once housed our younger lives
I call this love now, 'The Tender Place'
Copyright © Jo Hayton | Year Posted 2009
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