Do you promise to hold me close, To steady my trembling soul, For loyalty in kin is rare— A fleeting ember, a fractured whole? Will you latch as I latch, Hold as I hold, Give and take as I would— A bond unbroken, bold? Will you cradle my glittering mind, A shattered glass, Prickled and wild, Rumbling to stars that pass? Do you see the cosmos in me— The beauty, the scars, A shadow, a mystery, Guided by the universe, Protected yet far? Or am I stone, rock, Dust without weight, No hand will take— Meant to live on the surface, Never letting someone drown within my depths. The mind I grow, To see the world anew, Opening eyes to beauty unseen, Simplifying the chaos, Infusing life with magic and ease. For men aren’t unaccustomed to the warmth of care, Like rivers never taught the taste of rain— I become the flood, A soothing tide that quenches, Pampering not only with wealth or vanity, But with a softness that rebuilds, A touch that rewrites their world In hues of wonder and ease. For I am al...
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