When resting, with my head on his chest
And his arms wrapped around me
I find peace.

It is hard for me to sleep like this,
Ideas of love poems come flitting by,
Passing thoughts that do not last long.
But they are calm.
They are.. Peaceful.

It had not been for a while that his arms
Found me again,
and the solace is once more given back
as the weeks had gone by
I had begun to question my sanity.

But as his arms do find me,
Once more, on a bed that has seen me cry
More tears than I can count
I am at peace
but this love poem
Flitting through my mind
Lingers just long enough for me to capture it.

In his arms,
I find peace.