Comfort & Security & Unlimitless Love

A hand to hold

a warm chest to

lean against and to

hear the heartbeat.

A comforting body

a soothing soul.

Gentle arms to

hold me.

Inside these.

I feel calm

and simply loved.

The hand moves and

the fingers gently

sweep my hair

away from my face.

I hear them tell me

they love me dearly.

I am in heaven on earth.

That is perfection to me.

Reviews

[Jimmy Yetts]

Loving and being loved is our most blessed state.
You're right, Dawn: "...heaven on earth" and "...perfection..."
Elegant poem!

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree dear Dawn. Simple gifts of embrace and holding hands. These are the things, we cannot forget. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote