The Subject Of Love
The sting that used to fill your kiss pierces my lips no longer...
I hunger for your touch, and to give my touch to you; but my hands, I fear, their path is unclear, when they used to cover you. There is still a stillness in the air when you are wrapped up in my arms, but the moment fades as you roll away and you lose some of your charm. I still see the love in your eyes, but I see the rough times too, and they have changed us dear, so much I fear that I've grown apart from you. What is our lov