With a heavy heart
and a comforting arm
I sit beside you,
my arm snaking over like
a tree over flowers,
branches desperately reaching
to prevent the raindrops
from hitting,
yet always leaving gaps.

I just want to reach to and hold you,
not just in my arms,
but in my mind
and my heart.
I want to draw you in gently
and tenderly prise you
from your pain.
A treasure too precious
and delicate to flaunt,
you are truly,
someone to be cherished.

I stroke your golden waves
and wipe the tears from your
porcelain cheeks and whisper
the words which
I hold you with, tight:
"You be my World"
and I hold you like so,
close,
yet never close enough.