He takes her in his arms each night,
Corny as it seems, each night
Honesty,
Kissing her as if for the first time
He is holding a woman, who pined for him
She is aching happily, in her heart
For only she knows how long
She loved, before loving, and she
In honesty
Knows that no matter the time
Nor the distance
Each night he will take her in his arms
And she will smile
Inside and
Out

Missy Lynn

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/honesty-9/