Loving Me Exactly

The rose stands strong prideful and protective Thorns cover its stem Providing protection from the harmful: the hands that can caress it But the bud, the bud is light and soft, and beautiful The bud is the key the center, the heart Only it can be broken and loved Because of this, petals fall freely they lay in the breeze and drift like a gentle song I am that petal, because He knows exactly how to love me. He holds my hand when we walk And he listens to my words when I talk His lips lay soft kisses on my eye lids to take the tears away His fingers caresses my stomach to take the pain away With his arms, he holds me tight welcoming, allowing me to drift even farther With his hands, he massages my feet comforting me, after a long long day On his knees, he prays for me With his mouth, he sings to me He feels me up with wisdom and courage for the next day He stays with me, no matter where I go I speak his language because he’s created mine He’s nurtured the rose in which I’ve fallen from And taken my thorns away Leaving me with a gentle beauty I flutter in his presence because He’s the only one who knows exactly how to love me