Late At Night Poem by Emma Isdal

he holds me some nights
when the days have been to rough
and Im so desperately in need
of someone to care for me

he wakes me up some mornings
with a gentle kiss on my forehead
and a smile on his lips and he laughs
at how my hair never lies

he calls me sometimes
when he feels that its been to long
since he saw me last but he
never really has anything to say

he looks at me sometimes
unexpectedly runs his fingers through
my hair and down my face then says
God, your beautiful

he puts his arms around me every now and then
says I can play your game
but let me know when your ready
to really let me in

so he`s waiting for me, everyday
to let him know when Im ready
to let him in, and maybe let him stay
for longer than a night...