...To Be Loved.

To be loved.

And I lay on his chest

And I sighed and I laughed,

And he cried.

A life without love I would die,

To not touch your lips

The soft of your kiss

Would be death.

My heart would just stop,

And I think it would rot

And not be part of this world where we live.

To be loved,

To be kissed.

To have the knowledge that we are just this.

That space wouldn’t matter

And time would just shift.

Love doesn’t have a set course,

Just a rift.

And I swooned.

I felt his heartbeat

And his touch bitter sweet,

And I knew

That love without him isn’t true,

That we both together are two

Shapes of a heart,

That beat and are part of a clue.

To be loved,

That is all that I need to get through.