Love is a mild breeze
that
gently will caress,
your soul.

Weave patterns of
security, a comfort
blanket to
free you..

Sing ever so softly,
like an
angels choir
in
harmony
to
validate your
right to be
you.

Lull you into sleep
easy and fearless,
as tears are 
not part of this
beautiful pattern.

Say, have you known
it's mild reassurance?

It's quiet companionship
that ever so sweet,
succumb to you.

Not in submissiveness,
simply in
agreement,

Who are you to say
you want just that,
if you cannot fathom
what lies within
it's essence?

I wish for you to know.
and
 words are the seeds I sow,
so that you may be free,
free just like me.