But you’re not alone, my love.
I’m here.
I’ll walk with you,
In the dark,
when you become afraid.
I’ll bear the weight of
Your trauma and past.
Let my tears wash away the pain.
So you don’t have to cry alone.
I’ll love your every flaw and gift.
Because you are a gift to me.
And when things get too hard,
When it becomes unbearable,
Come, lay your head on my chest.
Let me ease your mind.
Let me stop the hurt.
Let me kiss it all away.
You’re not alone, my love.
Not anymore.

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