Her Arms

A Poem by Orlando

Surrounded by flowers, Surrounded by fear, Just a few more hours, Spending them right here. . And I drown a bit, Bit in every word, And scared to admit, That she is my world. . My arm on her shoulder, Staring in her eyes, Wanting to get older, How the time just flies. . From the day I met her, Heaven's great I hear. But how could it be better, When it is right here?