My favorite person

Here I sit
Alone in my room
Illuminated
Only by candles
Music of love
Softly playing
Anticipating
The arrival of
My conqueror
The granite
That holds my
Trembling life
In place.
Eagerly waiting
For the arms
That so lovingly
Keep the bitter
Cold from
Entering.
The mystical
Being of his
Soul comforting
And repairing
The shreds
Of my shattered heart.
Hearing the door open
Knowing my private
Haven is being intruded
But only by
Sweetness and tenderness
I can lay my pen
Down and relish
In the smile on his
Face.