Heart Beat

Heart Beat

His hands

Hold close

My chest to his head

Lying pose

And if he gave me a rose

I’d be content

Because in his fear

Of enlisting

He is a stronger man

Than when he played football

There i felt love

As he held me

Head against my chest


For hours


Here and there

Andi wish he wasn’t going to leave

But it is his choice

And i am blessed

To be that place of comfort

Holding ine another tight

Between sleep

For the time

His head against my chest

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