Security

Some say boring-
Some say bland. . .
I find it walking hand in hand.
When I hear you pouring
your heart in a song,
When I know it won't be very long
till we are singing arm in arm.
For that is comfort, no silent alarms.
'Tis A blanket wrapped,
a love so pure.
My life is trapped
by all sorts of splendor.
An entrapment I wish to never escape!
Oh! How I relish in this elated state.
The future is unbeknownst to me-
but my cup runneth over,
my soul never low, nor dreary.


And THAT, my friends
is all that matters in the end.
Security is only the beginning 
of a fairy tale life
I 'm overjoyed to be living. . .