When in bed, I was first laid down
Unaware of all worldly transient events
Kept in warmer places, than under these covers
Eyelids first peeled, to reveal a world I stared at in utter amazement
Before a smile, kissable lips, delightfully gleeful eyes, greeted me
Every sinew of my being in secret was known, and just what I would be
I was born for and into this, gently held in human arms
What else was there to do, as helplessly a world fall for my charms
Given the will to choose, if it not be, the way I should go
Vulnerable at you, the best that I ought to know
Willing to let me know, the things I dare to touch
What else is there to do, dearest, to whom I owe so much
Eyelids droop, skin once firm, now sag, will you look at me
Will you hold me in your arms, where I'm helplessly free
I acquiesce to the ravages of time, as all born into it
To know you in grief of separation, pains and joys of living it
When time vanishes away, melts it's way, into a brighter day
This world as known by all, becomes a thing of the past
One thing I'll know for sure, above everything else that will last
A love selflessly given, never deserved, so sweet, I can never repay
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.