|
A firelight flickers somewhere in the night. A candle is glowing, giving off light. A fingertip placed with appropriate care, twisting a curl, while ruffling hair. A hand is found reaching, touching a soul, soothing a scar that was born long ago. A palm is caressing, framing a face; an arm is encircling in warming embrace. A friend, or a lover, I cannot explain; a listener, a heart light, a taker of pain. No questions, no reasons, are asked when you care, the answer is found in just being there. |
|
(French: As a friend.) |
|
to J'S MAGIC |
|
|