Hello, baby.
My presence is for you.
Here we are, together.

I'm with you,
in this sacred room,
where nothing will hurt you.

I'll take care of you,
I'll hold you if you fall,
and I'll hold you if you undress.

I'm here,
so that whatever must happen can happen.

I'll hold you with all that I am.

I'll hold you with respect,
with care,
with love.

I'll place my hand on your chest,
and we'll walk together wherever we need to go.
You can take it away whenever you want,
or when you can't feel me anymore.

I'm here for you.
You can leave if you want,
you can stay if you want.
I'll always be there for you.

I never asked your permission to love,
Nor did I ever thank you,
for all the times I've loved.
You pumped up every emotion,
You pumped up every dream.
I never apologized for all the times I've broken you,
Nor did I have compassion,
Thanks to you, I have life,
Thanks to you, I live life.

What is this love thing?
... a verb disguised or confused with hormones and pheromones?
A place where we deal with our attachments and things we didn't understand?
A feeling of pride in what we've created and built with another person?
Or a place where we will be valued and accepted for who we are, with our vulnerabilities and flaws?
What is love?