Come Home

Come home

to be held close

in aching arms

empty too long.


I will wrap you in sunlight

rape the heaven of stars

adorn you in their splendour.


You alone will claim my seed,

harvest the fruits to be nurtured

with faithful devotion.


I will love you when you're sad,

tend you through life's trials.

Ours will be a love to last

until the time comes

to lay us down.

Maggie Cusick


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