I don’t tell you enough how much you mean to me.
Your love is like that soft, faded, favorite blanket
I know will be resting on my bed
Waiting to wrap me in a tender, true warmth
That I have come to see only grows with age.
I don’t tell you enough how much I trust you.
Your presence, your sense,
Draws me into a steady essence
That grows deeper each day
And which I rest upon to feel safe.
I don’t tell you enough how much I love you.
Your passion ignites an ardor
Between those sheets that can only be reached
Through the security, yearning, and hope for a another day
Where we can again wrap ourselves in that blanket
And take pleasure in how we lay our bodies down as one.
–Written by Sandy Heights