Ian Allskog

To Surrender To Love

What if thoes lips could make me happy in ways that would spin my mind a hundred times around this universe
The scent and touch of her make me weak as a snowflake falling down from the sky a cold winter night
And if holding her would make me complete

Prehaps make me understand why I never felt at home anywhere else
To surrender into a pair of loving arms
With no regrets or fears of what tomorrow might bring

To trust that the love I feel is acceptable and unbreakable

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