The rain, cold and harsh
on this November morn,
blows sideways, stinging my face
chapped and red,
mingling with tears;
The day is dreary
and I long for you;
Finding you, I find
a place to rest my weary head,
a calm in the rising storm,
my place of dreams,
my place of refuge;
Your arms around me,
your breath in my hair,
your kisses that lightly
fall on my cheek;
You drink of my tears
like wine,
and the day seems
less dreary,
Your warmth fills me,
replacing a chill
I thought would never leave,
and I fall asleep,
safe and sheltered
in your love.
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Comments: 13
I especially love this line You drink of my tears like wine....
Great poem!