Home Is In Your Arms Poem by Mary Great

Home is in your arms
I find peace in your soul
I hope you will not harm
the heart I gave you to hold

You bring me back to life
with those lips of crimson red
this love does suffice
to be my wine and bread

You are life
You are death
With you I exist
Without you I have no breath

You are my high
Yes, like an illusion you are
But this better not be
Or I'll drown in the sea known as your eyes

Home is in your arms
I find peace in your soul
I hope you will not harm
the heart I gave you to hold