Comforting Love
Your body wasn’t meant for just now and then,
It was made for love as reliable as sunrise,
As certain as morning’s first light.
Love shouldn't be like rain hoped for in drought,
It should be an ever present stream,
A steady, comforting current.
Soft hands that return with the night,
As comforting as the quiet of darkness.
Sometimes the world forgets –
You deserve to be held with gentle hands,
Bathed in kindness, encircled in praise.
Loved thoroughly, beyond the measure of time’s sands.
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