Baskadia

When I Hold You

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 sola