This coloured bedsheet
Has become my refuge
My heart and mind seek company
From your beautiful soul
This music of the heart
Has become my comfort
My hand and eyes seek company
From your beautiful soul
I push the thoughts of you and I away
Yet they fight me back harder and eventually win
and I find myself staring at your pictures
And carefully reading our chat
To find a little love from you
but there I find no love and no hatred
I'm tired of this solitary confinement
and all I ask is , give yourself to my love
Has become my refuge
My heart and mind seek company
From your beautiful soul
This music of the heart
Has become my comfort
My hand and eyes seek company
From your beautiful soul
I push the thoughts of you and I away
Yet they fight me back harder and eventually win
and I find myself staring at your pictures
And carefully reading our chat
To find a little love from you
but there I find no love and no hatred
I'm tired of this solitary confinement
and all I ask is , give yourself to my love
Great poem, Ed.
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