THROUGH THE NIGHT
I long to feel your warm embrace,
and hold you through the night.
To sleep there gently by your side,
and wake to morning’s light.
I love the way you touch my face,
and gaze into your eyes.
Your love for me has touched my life,
so glad each day I rise.
My love for you will never wind away,
of this you can be sure.
You’ve found a spot deep in my soul,
a love for you that’s pure.
So, while I cannot just stay,
and hold you, oh, so tight.
One day when you become my bride,
I’ll be with you each night.
© 2009 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as CURIOSITY
Excerpt from page 6 of The Flower That Wasn’t Meant To Blossom
Published by PublishAmerica, LLLP