Baskadia

When I hold you, the world grows calm,

In your arms, everything turns gentle,

The day's turmoil softens, a soothing balm,

And I find refuge in your temple.

Your embrace, a precious remedy,

Against the troubles of daily grind,

A tender haven, where love's the key,

Where only peace and solace we find.

When I hold you, I feel so strong,

In this cocoon of tenderness,

Worries dissolve, they're proven wrong,

For near you, there's only readiness.

It's in these moments, simple and true,

That I find solace, I find my grace,

Through you, I find peace anew,

When I hold you, love takes its place.