All I want

All I want 
is be wrapped up in your arms
surrounded by the warmth of your love
piercing deep within my soul
All I want
is the embrace of your love 
curing my wounded heart
Like an ointment upon my broken skin
finding every hidden piece 
All I want 
is the safety of your coll
the soft whispers of your breath
that keeps my soul at peace within


Written by: Joy Ngofaa 

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