Hold my hands
and let's dance
as we sing
the sweetest song
that shows how
I offer you
this sure-enough love.
I have written
so many proses
that talks about
how much I love you
in many different ways.
Let's make it different this time.
Let's write about your weary fights.
Let's write about
how much
I begged
for another stage light
in a black alley
as you whispered how much
you needed me.
This is the
worst side of you.
You asked for light
but you refused the dawn.
If you're exhausted
and burned out
of the skirmish,
of this dust-up fight,
I offer you
the palm of my hands
to hold you tight
and be with you
in your every fight.
Every strands of my hair
are strings of hope
trying to reach out
to your sky
crying a hurricane
of knackered tears.
But I am your home.
I offer you rest
and grace,
for I know that
this is the hardest pace.
I am a verse you can trust.
Rest on my shoulders
and be overfilled
with my love.
I don't want seeing you
weary and tired.
I am giving you
a room to come home to.
A warm embrace
that will always
welcome you.
So now,
my knees are bent,
I won't let you deface.
I'm offering you a repose
and I'm giving you a place.