| Prose |
| I would relax when my own heart stopped beating fast, with your arms around, there to bound me in your |
| . . . .Grasp. . . . |
| As I shiver, as I shake scared as I am, on the verge of a quake, you shall hold me close as a new life shall |
| . . . .Break. . . . |
| Free from all powers that may strike in the hours, of solitude, loneliness hits hard, when left unbarred with the strong arms of |
| . . . .You. . . . |
| There to command, which for my love scared as I may be shall never be of |
| . . . .Fraility. . . . |
| For a kiss. . . my shakes and quivers you will suppress by the ways of your words. . . and . . . |
| . . . .Your caress. . . . |
| TMH Feb 11 |