Warm enough to wrap around you.
Warm enough to comfort you.
So, warm to even hug you.

Realize, these arms are waiting.
Waiting for you.
Waiting for you.

Two hands to reach out for you.
And, if I only had one.
I still could caress you.
And  if push comes to shove.
They can  even please.

Just comprehend.
And believe these words.
These arms are waiting.

Waiting to comfort you.
These arms are waiting.
Waiting to hold you.

To be touched offends many.
And rightly so.
But when I touch you.
You won't ever let go.

Just know.
These arms are wating.
Twenty four hours a day.