You hold me gently with love,
reading me like a book, full of curiosity,
running your fingers through the pages,
like tender current flows through in silence,
touching me from one chapter to another,
letting the hidden story unfolded slowly before our eyes,
a sense of freshness lingering in the air,
just patiently waited, allowing the restlessness, stay with it.
my vulnerability.
your generosity.
I trust you.
