Being In Your Arms Poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr

If being in your arms was a prison
I'd beg for a life sentence
With no time off for good behavior

If being in your arms was an answer
Then I would always have a question and ask it over and over again

If being in your arms was a novel
I'd read it slowly from cover to cover
Every single day of my life

If being in your arms was a symphony
At the end I'd call out'encore'
And from the beginning

If being in your arms was heaven
Then I'd do all I could to get there
But it already is and I am