Treasure Island

Amy Hang

(12/3/90 / Denver)

In His Heart


In his eyes, I see no fear.
I sense happiness,
But feel the tears.
I hear laughter and care free days
And watch as they shut to sleep filled with haze.

In his arm,
I feel strong
And against he's chest
I hear our song.
I feel his heart in his strong embrace.

As i sense my own begin to race.
Against his skin, I forget the pain
So near to him in the pouring rain.
The passion falls like dwindling stars.
And the love blinds us with unbend able bars.

In his heart, I feel no sorrow.
I can see his ambitions of a new tomorrow.
The sun rise & lights the sky above
As I am encased in his never ending love.

copyright ©
July 14,2008

Submitted: Monday, July 14, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, June 02, 2009

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