Felt but Untitled

So, in your embrace I hide, I melt in

that safety, that reassurance, 

the warmth of you next to me, 

pressing our love together...as we hold each other.

The angels sing of our victory

which will never get old,

not from time, not from distance, 

not from lovers, friends or family;

Angels sing because our story is Hope,

our story is Promise,

our story is about unending Love

which drove me through the darkness

and homesickness to you.

And I will never forget how I have longed for you,

I will never forget that happiness everyday at seeing you,

at knowing you,

at loving you 

and being loved by you.

This story tells the tale of your emptiness without me,

my emptiness without you, but

now completed, as we have found each other

and are free to love as we were always meant to.

I love you.

Your Touch

And so it is, since the day I was stolen 

I couldn't stand to be touched by people,

but I craved the tactile reassurance 

of a loved one missing in my life...

And I survived in protective shells, 

layers of armour to keep my cold heart warm,

an ember I kept for myself, burning with hope

and love, even though these things were fantasies.

Until that one day when I found you, and I reached out

and ever since that day you have touched me...

the touch I craved for so very long, now embracing me,

healing me, healing you.