You've been tattered and torn, battered and worn.
You leave and come back, and come back correct,
ready to resume your position to touch, cover, and protect.
Safe and secure, warm and comfortable...
oh, that is so how I feel when you cover me.
You wrap me in a overwhelming feeling of everything
is and always will be just fine.
The thread that formed you is the silk that cloaks me.
You are my soft shield, you are the guardian of my...me.
You are my love, you are my security!
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