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I have you.
I see the cold winter of worry
there just beneath your smile.
So drape my love around those shoulders
and rest with me a while.
I’ll wrap these arms around you
to warm you with my soul,
and when the world tears you apart
I will always make you whole.
Rugged is my nature, and
thickened my skin be,
yet my touch is the flower’s petal,
you are safe in here with me.
So take your rest sweet little one
and know this to be true.
No matter what the days may bring,
I’m holding on to you.
there just beneath your smile.
So drape my love around those shoulders
and rest with me a while.
I’ll wrap these arms around you
to warm you with my soul,
and when the world tears you apart
I will always make you whole.
Rugged is my nature, and
thickened my skin be,
yet my touch is the flower’s petal,
you are safe in here with me.
So take your rest sweet little one
and know this to be true.
No matter what the days may bring,
I’m holding on to you.
Published 5th Aug 2022
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5th Aug 2022 3:51am
so beautiful dearest Jay
you tender side is amazing to me
this makes me feel I will be okay no matter what ❤️
you tender side is amazing to me
this makes me feel I will be okay no matter what ❤️
5th Aug 2022 3:55am
Thank you my dear friend. There are definitely two wolves in me, and it’s wise for me to feed the tender one sometimes. I’m glad it gave you a moment of security!
5th Aug 2022 11:55am
5th Aug 2022 5:56pm
I am drawn to the darkness and yet I need the love and hope so much I suppose. This seems like a reminder of that to me. Of how beautiful it can be when strong shoulders are there to receive your pain. To rest your head for a moment, a moment you seem to have forgotten. One of support and love without expectations. This warms a cold soul. And when you are torn apart the pieces can fall so far away and yet somehow they can be assembled again. And your thickened skin melts away. The ruggedness becomes strength when you know someone is holding on to you, not letting you fall any more.
5th Aug 2022 6:06pm
The beauty of that feeling is that if you trust it those arms are there even when you can’t see them.
There's so much meaning and devotion here, that it's incredibly moving to process. I respond like butter melting, to strength and rugged masculinity, it's who I am. Yet the duality of experiencing your 'two wolves' makes for such a heady and breathtaking discovery. To find warm, honest reverence that's truly cultivated in solid friendship; one that not only supports and honors but that willingly siphons from their own strength to automatically help in fighting back the brutality that life sometimes plagues with, is diamond in the rough caliber. You've written nothing short of pure enchantment and yes, left this reader hopefully surrounded in nestled security..... I mean, who doesn't love wolf cuddles?!? ;p
-just superb
💙B
-just superb
💙B
5th Aug 2022 9:18pm
I believe I may have actually blushed on that comment! As a soldier, a convict, and a soft hearted poet I try to convey genuine emotions in whatever I’m writing. It’s therapeutic, and I feel I’m a much better human having found poetry.
6th Aug 2022 1:08pm
