I see the fine lines, webbed by your words
And the trail of comfort you have left behind.
I see you on the fabric, etched it warm and soft.
I see you in the wood, worn and cared.
I see you in the metal, loved and tended.
I see you on my skin.
I see where you have kissed and I see your gentleness.
I see you, my heart nothing but cup for my love.
I know not how to love thus,
For how can one love so fully
And still leave room for themselves?
Jan 8, 2021
Jan 8, 2021 at 8:05 PM UTC
I see the fine lines, webbed by your words
And the trail of comfort you have left behind.
I see you on the fabric, etched it warm and soft.
I see you in the wood, worn and cared.
I see you in the metal, loved and tended.
I see you on my skin.
I see where you have kissed and I see your gentleness.
I see you, my heart nothing but cup for my love.
I know not how to love thus,
For how can one love so fully
And still leave room for themselves?