The One

To be the one,
Soothe my being with an encouraging phrase.
Ease my mind of the day’s stress with pleasant conversation.
Time travel to the Jurassic, unearthing my fossilized laugh.
Make my lips curve into affectionate smirks of curiosity.

To be the one,
Create an endless wave of comfort for us to bask within.
Pretend to be spiteful and malicious, take me down for a snow tackle.
Cast me into a fountain deviously.
And allow me to pull you in after me.
Never be afraid to pretend with be, to be young with me.

To be the one,
Carry me away in a sloop, destined for daring adventures.
Link arms and take a stroll with me at midnight, chaperoned by the stars.
Hold my hand, just because you can.
Lay beneath a shady bough, exchanging tales.
Loose track of time, and make me the excuse.

To be the one,
Caress my slightest concern away like a gentle zephyr.
Shine like a soft ray of sunshine, blessing my face with an angel’s kiss.
Become a silence when I need a restful peace.
Form my darkness when the light is too much for me, when it is too harsh.
Become a great field of Alaskan flowers, home for my imagination.

To be the one,
Slap me across the face when I need a reprimand.
Extend your hand with grace as I sink deeper into the quick sand.
Shower insightful words when I need a pick-me-up.
Spout out advice when I am lost, when there are too many directions.
Be the vast pair of eagle’s wings I need to fly, to be free.

To be the one,
Sing to me your lullabies, your silly songs, and your masterful symphonies.
Make me into a poem, transforming me into beautiful prose.
Be the strong arms that carry me home.
Possess the shoulder that exhaustion will draw me to, like magnets.
Have the two ears for me when I need an audience.

To be the one,
Keep a glass to catch all my tears, then drink them as your own.
Risk all risks for me, for my love.
Gaze into my eyes, portals to my soul, and never look away.
Be a treasure seeker, dive deep into my spirit and find the gems.
Reach into my heart, passed the webs of neglect and find me waiting for you.

To be the one,
Become like the blanket I surround myself with when I am vulnerable.
Draw up your sword, fight a thousand fights for my love.
Protect me like the meek girl I am, battling away the vicious raptors of men.
Cradle me in your arms when my strength is depleted.
Lay next to me when I cannot stand.
Bear the bullets intended for me as I would receive yours for you.

To be the one,
Admit to your defeat; admit that you cannot save me this time.
Accept that your weakness doesn’t change your portrait; it never changes your soul.
I will hold your bloodied hand, never fear.
I have released my heart to you, my dearest friend,
Let me be the one to rescue you.