Message
Consider love pulsating through;
The blood in your veins;
With the oxygen;
That gives you breath.
Hands having
A touch;
That could ease your pain;
Would it not sooth you so?
And those from before;
Did they but scratch the surface?
I seek that part of you;
That seldom is seen or heard.
And my hands are they not warm?
It comes from my desire to give you all of me;
And it emanates outward reaching;
With a force so strong it can sometimes heal.
In the smallest of molecules;
Quite possibly a universe onto it’s self;
I am there;
Searching for what makes you what you are.
My desire is in your completion.
And in your moment of sanctuary;
Beyond even my own;
Your comfort is my ambition
Surely you will one day see;
It is I who would stand with you;
On the other side of those walls;
You sometimes hide behind.
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