Love

One thousand suns burned through my skin.
One thousand knives tore at my heart.
One thousand needles pierced my mind.
One thousand words and no where to start.

The warmth of his fingers
Caressed my cold hand.
These feelings inside are strange;
They're not what I planned.

The cold of the night
Quickly faded away,
And in its place,
The love he gave today.

Nothing tastes sweeter
Than those words on my lips.
Nothing feels softer
Than his finger tips.