Words I Write for You

Golden rays melt to flowing red, the stillness of the night ahead. Sitting by my lonesome self taking memories off the shelf. My fingers start to write in the quiet of the night. My words are from my heart so that is where I'll start. Place your hand in mine, walk with me through time. My words are yours to keep close beside you while you sleep. Each night a poem of love I write with feathered quill in black and white. My heart to you only I bare, with words of love, and how much I care. Writing in the hush of night, waiting for dawn’s coming light. It's a quarter of three and as always, there's only me.