scribbles in mid night?

Question

of that place, the most comfy of all,
hidden beneath the rumbles of my being,
laid in shambles my own self reflected misery.
the place where i met you,
on that sunny, breezy, fall day.
you took me in, yes you did.
sheltered me from my own self destructiveness,
and placed in the palms of my hands,
your heart to tend.
it grew from there.
no worries knocked on my doorstep,
loneliness took flight,
and what I knew as fear,
dissipated in mid night.

I've touched love,
more than just the fingertips.
I grasped with with both hands,
devoured the sweetness of times,
lavished in the abundance of affections,
and tasted the invincibility of time,
all the while finally comprehending the ideals of love.
There was also happiness,
the joy it brings cannot be summed,
nor can it be contained in three simiple words.

I can leave knowing what they are,
what they do,
and the purpose they bring to one another.

It's about simply being.
Simply being. ..

thank you for the critique,
always appreciated and welcomed!

Answer 1

I actually really like it and i am not just saying that to be nice (trust me I can be a real bi+ch in these critiques). Only thing, change destructiveness with destruction.

Answer 2

Fantastic!

Answer 3

Nice!!

Answer 4

That was pretty interesting.

Answer 5

bravo bravo