The look that I notice,
When I’m stroking your hair,
That moment of wisdom,
You give to my ear.

The boy that was hurt,
But grew into the man,
The rage that you feel,
That I now understand.

The touch of your hand,
As it brushes my skin,
The tremble you give me,
Comes deep from within.

The darkness that takes you,
Quiet tears that you cry,
I wipe them away,
But inside I just die.

The strength that you have,
Gives me safety and harbour,
My demons at bay,
Your sweet love, my saviour. 

The horrors that plague you,
You wake in the night,
I’m there when you shout out,
To make it all right.

The light in your eyes,
It flickers with feeling,
Your deepest affection,
To me you give freely.

The gentlest touch of your lips,
In my heart I just melt,
Your body with mine,
The passion we felt.

To mend your deep soul,
My life I will give you,
To pick up your pieces,
To give love back to you.

All this makes me love you,
And you feel the same,
Connected forever,
The moth to your flame.