Will you allow me to lay my head on your chest,
close to the softness of
your breast?
For there I know is a warm place to rest.
To comfort me from
all my troubles and my fears,
and for a moment's time hide my boyish tears.
Will you place your soft hands behind my
head,
as if they were a pillow
from your bed,
safe and warm
as life
outside continues to storm?
And even though you're not yet mine,
I still want to thank you
for your precious time,
to allow a somewhat
troubled man to unwind,
in the midst of a troubled time.
And who knows
someday you may be mine,
and like fine wine,
our love will get better
with time.
Is it your face that I see,
or just you that I hoped it would be,
or are
you just a part of my imagination,
just an emotional gas station, to satisfy
my own
loneliness in the comfort zone of only my mind.
Penned by
~ Stevie Cannon ~