arms

arms...

that are strong

and sweet as sunshine.

gentle as a breeze

fortifying like a tree

with deep roots.

more careful

as if i were a child.

loving when i could

never understand.

the ambition of

a thousand souls

and patient...

for a heart that's been sewn

mis-matched together

again.

maybe...

it's not the arms

but the person

to whom they belong

and maybe...

because i love him too

he could hold me there

forever.