Nights sweet embraceThe night is but a sweet escape,Calm and quiet, neither cold nor hot.It listens and does not judge;Without fail it comes like a lover finds its mate.Sweetly it embraces you like a mother does a child,Darkness encompasses you so closely your soul cries out;But the cry is not of pain, nor hurt;The cry is of joy, sweet happiness in its raw form.Joy that something can know you so well and judge not your heart.Its sweet caress soothes your heart;A heart that is raw with emotion;Emotion that broke a heart a lifetime ago.Only its sweet caress has done the impossible,The impossible act of repairing a heart full of contempt.