all of you

What are your thoughts
When you look at me?
What will you miss the most
When I’m not near?
What have I become
To you of me?

The warm embrace
Feels like summer—
Soothing enough
That you feel content,
Loved, and cared for.
Oh, is this enough?
Yet you love this one—
Sunshine and sunflower,
Warm, just enough.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Live to Love

the best ones not coming home