She reached for my head
as I trembled and shook,
but I knew oh so well
she could read me like a book.

She pulled me towrds her
and held me so tight,
my tears started flowing
throughout that quiet night.

I gazed at the stars
gave God a weak smile,
Thanked him a friendly grin
he knew as I did
knows where Ive been.

She softly kissed me
with her lips,so firm,
we held that pose forever
I knew I was not a germ.

Most people thought bad
about this man named Rod,
but I can assure you
she knew I was not odd

you have a beautiful gift of writing...very nice rod!

Thanks again dear.You are most welcome! My heart is with you!

You are tender, do not be so hard on yourself. you are good, it is evident from the expressions of your soul..
tender write

Again...awesome.

I love poetry. Something about it makes one smile. (or at least me)