Alone I am without your loving hold,
and when my heart has nothing there to clutch
my basement room becomes so freezing cold.
The only thing I want is you, your touch.
I wish I could spend each day and each night
encased and wrapped up in your warmth, your heat.
Your fingertips could drag down and ignite
and they could fall upon my chest - retreat.
I want to lightly rush my fingers through
and up and down. I want to know you well.
I want to know you as only so few,
and in your heart, I want to ever dwell.
     Forever content, I can only be as
     your precious heart, my own broken heart has.