Candles burn
Soft cushions
Warm arms
"...and nothing else matters...", the words ring out
And I can't remember a time
A time like this
When I have felt so wanted, so held, so embraced by a man
In love
It is a wonderful feeling
Warm to the bottom of my soul
Yet scary
A wide open door
It finds a place
A place I can barely remember
An ancient place of familiarity
Before expectation and disappointment
A place of trust and unconditional love
And joy
When I trust myself that this is true
When I trust myself that I deserve this in my life
When I trust myself that I can have this
When I trust myself that this is mine
Then nothing else matters.
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