Sunday, March 21, 2010

If

I wish I could take your hand and pull you away from all this. I wish I could come inside your heart and fight away your demons for you. If only you'd let me...

But because you don't need it, because you don't want it, it is that strength that gives you what you have, that makes you what you are.

It is what you are. Who you are. I know. I see. And I am awed.

I am yours.