To Be Held

To be held
In your arms, it
the greatest feeling
Warmth… heartbeat, bleeds and blends
Into my own.

Wanted you badly… hurt and painpast
Prevents this. Two souls wanting the same thing
Too different, prevents this.

I want –LOVE
Eludes me, even myne own.
To live alone then? Am dreaming of a tyme
When it is just me and you
Two soul, four arms
and one dream.