Shelter

Every ship needs a port
where it can shelter
from any storm.

I my love have your loving arms,
which within I can shelter
and keep warm.

Aircraft have a hanger
when things get rough
to shelter in.

My love I have you
and our loving home
to shelter within.

Everything needs a shelter
a place to call their own
a place to go to at night.

I have you my love you
and your open arms to shelter me
and keep me warm at night.

29 March 2009

poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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