The way you still those that tremble
with your own gentle hands.
Or with the words you whisper
softly into the ears that
long for comfort.
As I stood in silence
and look at you from afar
I wonder,
who's there to take care of
you while you're too busy
looking after everyone who's in need?
I may not be as selfless as you,
but all I could probably do
was offer to you the shelter
of my own arms.
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