To want you is still to never know.
What it is to touch you, to hold you;
To wake up in arms of which I do not wish to stir.
As I am neither the light in your eyes,
nor the wind in your hair.
And yet you are the warmth in my arms at night.
Even that I can only hold you - In my heart
© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008
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