In a world full of millions of faces
Yours is the one painted on my mind
Your name carved on my heart
Your voice on replay in my head

Is there ever an escape
From the sweet loving words
The caring touch of your hand on my face
I can still feel your soft kisses against my skin

Damn, am I counted among the wicked
For they say there's no rest for the wicked
Yet it's your soothing words that calm my soul
So can I be the one you get to hold on to forever


©nash.the_poet