You touch me with a loving, healing touch, that brings comfort and soothes my troubled heart.

Your arms reach out to gather me in,
You don't only want to be my lover, but also my friend.
You realize that I am so weary and in need of rest,
My inner child is leery, untrusting and wants to test.
You read the fear and doubt in my eyes,
You know that my past has been beset with pain and lies.
You tenderly whisper comforting words, as though to a troubled child,
Hoping that you can make the past and present reconcile.
Your gentleness causes my tears to silently fall,
Your finger tenderly captures them all.
You bring them to your lips and taste my pain,
Now that you have tasted my sorrow, you still want to remain.
I let you hold me and I cling like a vine,
You whisper what I need to hear, to soothe my troubled mind.
I am so very wounded, my scars run deep,
I need to be someone's treasure to keep,
You cuddle me close, sing me a lullaby and I happily drift off to sleep.