Lie With Me

Lie with me

When my cheeks begin to blush

When you think on you I crush

When your blood begins to rush

When your touch turns me to mush

Lie with me

When I'm looking for a sign

And I need to know your mine

When life's good and all's fine

And for each other we pine

Lie with me

When we know we're meant to be

And forever you and me

When trouble you can foresee

And our future's unsteady

Lie with me

When things aren't going so great

And our feelings turn irate

When a fight begins to bait

And we're questioning our fate

Lie with me

When our lives are filled with stress

When everything's a big mess

When our hearts are in duress

When it's Death's door we caress

Please lie with me

 (for my husband)

I shared this poem with my poetry community, and the response was better than I could ever have hoped for. One man's response in particular made my heart swell with joy and gratitude. He posted this poem with mine, and said my words were the inspiration. I am touched and honored. Thank you Mr.Frederick Andrew.

"The loneliness of being

has no boundary

is immortal

likes it's weather fair or foul

has no weakness

is impartial

pierces facade mask and cowl

background to each brief encounter

universal undertone

born we live until our passing

fundamentally alone

how can we bear this dismal static

consequence of our design

dwell not upon its omnipresence

constantly reach out and love"