Will you always hold my hand,
when life feels like sticks and stones?
Will you still take care of me,
when all I am is skin and bones?
Will you hold me in your arms,
and be my safe place, home?
Will you breathe my last breath,
as if it was your own?
Will you take this heart of mine
I’ve offered whole, completely?
Will you love me unrestrained?
Will you set yours free?
-artwork by Leonid Afremov