Your arms are my refuge,
World weary I come to you.
Your words are my balm,
Soothing with their melody.
Your eyes are twin beacons,
They always guide me home.
There is nothing more bewitching,
Than your presence in my life.
Yet, there are times,
When the urge, the yearning
Makes me restless and looking for expression.
When I feel the need to explore
And just be on my own.
I am sorry but I am bitten by wanderlust
I hate to leave you but have to bid adieu.