Thoughts of Him On a March Day

When I am pressed on my beloved's chest no care can wrest me from his crest. And as he presses me closer still no harm can reach me on its dizzy reel. Safely nestled thus my fears I forget to fear. His arms shield my weary head. His smiles and kisses chase the lingering blues away. His warm breath soothes my every pain. His soulful eyes with their wondrous light radiate the marvelous things he leaves unsaid. His sweet voice calms the mighty storms that rage. Oft he lies awake to make the sleepless sleep. There is nothing he wouldn't do his beloved all comfort know. His presence a balm amidst the incessant blaze. His patience its solace never wanes. When stars their lights the darkness hides his gentlest touch restores the light And flares to be my unfailing hearth. All these magic strings of love unsurpassed reverberate in everything he says and does. His love for unconditional truth and beauty flows and blends with the beat and spark of my ever restless heart.