Ever I have longed to take
your hand upon my palm
for all the nights I've lied awake
regretting what I had not done
in morning's rise I had believed
in cleansing of my thoughts
but removal I had not achieved
and was left with not a loss
now as ever, I long to take
under moments rash or calm
in days asleep or days awake
your hand upon my palm
love poem? how unusual. a lil one that i quite like, not sure why though -- as it is quite simple and quite trite. Oh well. I like what i like.