People run away from you
Not from anything you do
You always try to leave them space,
Always face it with such grace

You give your heart away with ease
Often wind up feeling squeezed
Help them feel a little blessed
Heal them with your soft caress


So just hold still --
Now it's my turn

I see each time they cause a rip,
But this won't hurt even a little bit
You touched my heart, made me complete,
I'm not trying to compete


So just hold still --
Now it's my turn

I can't burn away the past
But I know the pain won't last
Let me hold you in my arms
And I'll kiss away the harm


So just hold still
Just hold still --
Now it's my turn

Written 2013 by Gerald L. Bliss , first draft 3/15/13.

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