Gentle 

My gentleness stitched in the making of your skin, my tears of hope of my yearning heart. Your head in my lap as I caress the child within your manly facade.

I see you beyond the illusion of this maze. It’s everything I ever knew, yet everything I couldn’t or even thought. A simple being of unity, a comforting sense of being found

I always knew you’d come around, welcome home where I’ve always kept you safe and sound. 

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