This is in response to Shidonae’s poem Will You.
When I am weary from battling windmill after windmill
Will you hold me with your slender arms
Will you rest a cool hand on my brow
Will you whisper softly, “Rest, dearest”
When I am limping, beaten and drained
Will you smile when you reach your hand for me
Will you tend to my wounds and my scars
Will you feed me and soothe me
When I feel my spirit curl up in a corner
Will you welcome me
Will you gather me to your bosom
Will you take me into yourself
Will you wrap your heart and legs around me
For this night you are become my hearth and home
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As I said before….Yesss….