Allow my wings, Strong arms, To embrace you, wrap you, Hold you, take you. I shall withhold you, withdraw you From the succumbing torment you've endured. Love has wings To take life away From itself, that stings. I endure the moments To gather the future, together in my palms. Let not the night crawl down your throat, As only Heaven should only ever pour In such a direction. Your beauty is a scenery Of blues near to greens, Of your tears near to your flesh. I love, With all things caressed about us. I feel the madness Love wields In its own mind, full of holes. I feel what I feel, The love that is perfect For our imperfect selves.