My bed begs
Your presence
To lie again as one
Home from the wars
And blank nights
From the cold breaths
Of others
To lie again in warmth;
So it seems
That my moments spent
Wait your return
And our smiles to flower.
My bed begs
Your presence
To lie again as one
Home from the wars
And blank nights
From the cold breaths
Of others
To lie again in warmth;
So it seems
That my moments spent
Wait your return
And our smiles to flower.