you bring me so much
comfort of some sort,like potpourri,
I worry if I’m not sorry,
I just want to curl up inside you
and fall asleep next to your beating heart.
We have the morrow, with no sorrow,
like bright flame of fame,un-shamed,
My fire is you, so sharp, untapped,
I get trapped at it at every dawn,
Gather quickly and swiftly,
Simply and wimply as I am,
You more than enough.