Poetry: Last night I was in his Arms

Last night I was in his arms,

and I knew the night would end.

The day will draw us apart,

leaving me hurt and discontent,

for his voice was my morning call,

and his smile the day's first light,

his embrace wakening of my soul,

his kissed the touch of divinity outright.

Last night I was in his arms,

and I wished time would stand still,

the day will never arrive

in his arms drew my last breath until.

A poem about an inspiring woman: A Woman of Substance

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