Comfort

My Love was having a particularly bad week.

I hear you crying over the phone
You seem so stressed and all alone
I should be there to dry your tears
To hold you tight and comfort your fears

I wish we did not have to wait
For time to move and weeks abate
To look into each other’s eyes
And feel our warm desire rise

But soon you’ll be here in my arms
Holding you close and safe from harm
Allowing your worries to drift away
Wishing that by my side you'd stay

So for now know this, as your head you lay
Though at times I may seem far away
You can wrap yourself in a blanket warm
Made of my love, to last till morn