His Arms.

All I need. He is all I need. His arms are my sanctuary, my peace of mind.

Falling into his arms, being in his arms, I love it all.

Being held by him, being close to him.

Being pulled in by him and kissed on the forehead.

It's simple love. Love that can last. Or only fools like me can hope it will.

In those little moments, when I am with him,

Nothing else matters.

Nothing at all.

All I feel is love, and being with him,

In those moments we are each other. Feeling the same emotions.

We like to think the best things happen to us out of fate,

And most do. And this is just another case of fate, but he stayed on purpose.

When you look into someones eyes that are in love, they are wide open

and alive.

Just one action- the pulling in, and comfort, can change us.

Illuminate the dark spaces in our loves.

And fill them with the love that we all deserve.

Author's Note

Any points of interest? Or comments?