Eric Langley - With You

In your arms,
I am warmed,
whole, complete.

A glass of juice, a glass of milk,
Toast, a piece of fruit,
You're my bowl of cereal.

I am special, but in God's eyes,
With you, we are great,
Only limits are the skies.

We wouldn't know love,
If it weren't for the highest form of
The perfection of His extreme affection.

The reason we're together,
Was an undeniable attraction,
Fostered by the teachings
We each received from family and friends,

And in the end...

Until I expire,
It will be you and I.

Eric Langley

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