‘Let me hold you tight
Until my arms are etched
In your skin —
Do not hesitate to move
I will give you what you want —
Me, if that is me.
You would never know
How to be loved
If you wouldn’t let me.
I will chain your soul
So you don’t have to waste
The innocence you hold
Dear so precious — you are.
So free your shoulders
From the burden you don’t carry
For I have another soul from you
To endure the warzone.
If there shall be scars then
Know they are longed for
When if blood is proof
Of my sincere brave heart
Then I shall let it flow from me
Until it waters the valley of tears.’

I wished I can tell you the same.