Arms of Love

Arms of Love

The dream of love
Oh bountiful its charm
To feel that longing
While in your arms

Ne’er fear of things
Unknown or unheard
Only lingering gently
For a soft kind word

To hear that I’m loved
For the woman inside
Not outward appearance
A possession to abide

That I am respected
A mind full of thought
Inquisitive and curious
Not dull or overwrought

Respect to listen
New exciting things
The art to learn
Like flight on wings

Refreshing and new
A budding seed grows
Life ever changing
With reap and sow

Guided at times
Prodded at others
Always talking
Sharing as lovers

The valued possession
Beyond physical bind
The heart and soul
Of a woman’s mind

Capture its essence
And you have it all
Forever in your arms
At your beck and call