IT MEANS SO MUCH TO HAVE YOU

IT MEANS SO MUCH TO HAVE YOU

It means so much to have you,
In the sacred morning time,
When songbirds fill the air with tunes
And the churchyard vespers chime.

To brush a hand against your chest,
To lie awake and sigh,
To cherish how you rescued me
Just in the nick of time.

It means so much to have you in the dusty afternoon,
When the sun hangs high above us,
Beating down its mellow tune.

To think of you throughout the day,
To hold you in my soul.
To walk the walk of faithfulness
Within this heart you stole.

It means so much to have you in the evenings of our dreams,
When we cuddle in these covers and show what passion means.

It means so much to have you,
When the demons stake their claims.
When the terrors come to grip me
And the shadows call my name.

To feel your hands upon my skin,
Your legs entwined with mine,
As the sun dies in the evening mist
And the stars begin to shine.

It means so much to have you, in the sacred twilight time,
When the night birds croon and warble
And the evening vespers chime.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2007
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