Out There

It’s hell out there,

but where my feet stand; I’ll never care.

Only when I lay my weary head

by you, am I thankful to be wrapped in our sheeted thread.

I don’t think anything could quite compare,

to how entranced I am; in our quiet little affair.

It’s hell out there.

What a divine surprise; being caught in the glimmer of your eye.

I wish you could tell me why, the world simply can’t abide by

our quiet and lovely life.

Rest my dreary pen; to slow dance, in our tiny one-room shack.

Glean the steam rising from our nightly tea, as my hands gently play along your back.

It’s hell out there,

but Heaven is found in the nape of your neck.

Let’s never leave this bed, even if the cold world, attempts to beck.

Try as the jaded world might.

Life next to you, doesn’t carry quite the spite.

It’s hell out there, but in here in our tiny square; lies the perfect pair.

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