Friday, 26 April 2013

A Kinder Love

Even after all these years,
I awoke with you this morning,
Your arms in mine, your heat, your hair,
Your smell, your sleeping smile, your skin,
Your morning eyes,
Oh – those eyes.

Even after all these years,
When neither knows who lived or died,
I can still feel you inside
Clawing at the emptiness of my heart,
I was only ever happy in your company, that much is true.

Maybe we met a thousand years ago,
And swore we’d love in different forms,
Perhaps this time we only glanced each others' souls
and hope that the next time
Will be a kinder love.

bobby stevenson 2013