He never stops touching me;

It's nice in it's way.

Though sometimes I only

want to be on my way.

Sometimes I love it

when he cuddles & strokes.

Sometimes I'm weary

& lost near old oaks.

Sometimes I can't stand

the kiss of his touch.

But sometimes is worth it...

Although we're not perfect...

We both compromise...

We've learned to adjust.

- For Mark -