"highwaters" poems
A life of torture and anguish
Is not what I want.
What I want, is a life
Forever at your side,
Sheltered from the storm that is life.
Through hell and highwaters
My need for you is steadfast.
The house built on rock
Instead of sand.
Although other things in my life
May be washed away,
My love and want for you
Will always remain.
For it is all
I want.
Mar 8, 2011
Mar 8, 2011 at 10:18 AM UTC