Might I just consider you comfort
while you hold me softly with ease
pamper my tattered soul and reach
unto my heart you so appease
Might I call you feel good
for the way you make me
and never seem to run out
of your treatment's key
You hold a candle where
darkness tries to creep
and get stronger and stronger
like tea does when it steeps
I so love it when you
share with me and consort
Nothing but a softness, given
might I call you comfort.
Del Cano 2005 March
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