I kiss you.
You embrace
me.
Whisper how
you will always love me.
Words not
just for today, then gone tomorrow.
I tell you my
faults.
We work
together to fix them.
You don’t
call me crazy.
You don’t
say I’m troubled.
You tell me
you have some faults too.
There are few
words to explain
the love I
have for that someone.
A spiritual
someone who looks
at me from
across the room.
Whose eyes
love me.
Who tells me
come over, hold my hand.
Let’s talk
about everything.
He buys
unselfishly.
Holds me
perfectly.
Tells me what
I love to hear!
Because his
voice is precious.
No room for
negativity.
No room for
words to stab my heart.
Nicholl McGuire
