Hold me in your Arms

Hold me in your arms for I'm tired;

Smother me in that special smell of spices that is you;

Let me drown in your presence;

And, when I melt into you, let me be you and you me;

Till we are one and there is no pain, no desire.

Hold me in your arms when we meet where the sky meets earth;

Let me ride with you when we go there;

I will hold on to you as the fields whiz by;

I will smell your hair and let it fly with mine;

I will feel you on me as the wind whips around us.

Hold me in your arms as we near the point of no return;

I have waited too long for this melding of me into you;

I have worshiped you from far but, never touched your core;

And when the sky turns dark and the birds come home;

Just take my hand and lead me to heaven's door.