This Life Poem by Fanged One1

A Day is this life, Once again
Never a release
Never a break
This life, causing me pain

The Days go by, One by one
With her, I’m fine
Without
I’m dying

Her embrace, so warm
Her presence, so soothing
Her touch, so lifting
Her kiss, so loving

When without her
I crumble
The knife in the corner
Causing me trouble

It calls, it beckons.
For it knows,
How I feel.
It knows, I yield

Yield from pain
Yield from strain
My every wish, to end it now
I just want her, to her I bow

Her beauty astounding
Her kindness a blessing
How could one not want her?
Her every movement keeps me guessing.