Message

Consider love pulsating through; The blood in your veins; With the oxygen; That gives you breath. Hands having A touch; That could ease your pain; Would it not sooth you so? And those from before; Did they but scratch the surface? I seek that part of you; That seldom is seen or heard. And my hands are they not warm? It comes from my desire to give you all of me; And it emanates outward reaching; With a force so strong it can sometimes heal. In the smallest of molecules; Quite possibly a universe onto it’s self; I am there; Searching for what makes you what you are. My desire is in your completion. And in your moment of sanctuary; Beyond even my own; Your comfort is my ambition Surely you will one day see; It is I who would stand with you; On the other side of those walls; You sometimes hide behind.