I aspire to be your therapist
The kind ears your mouth seeks when this life gets you down
It's my pleasure to be your comedian
The bright-red rubber nose on your servant circus clown
I want to be your security blanket
And your warm, cozy pillow of comfortable down
I'm longing to serve as your anchor
Where your sanity would drift, I'd hold it fast to the ground
It completes me to be your motivational speaker
To breathe life into the embers of your fleeting self-esteem
And it moves me that I am your comrade
The we strive on with kinship, on mutual team
I'd work impeccably as your tailor
When you're falling apart, I'd repair every seam
You would melt me if I were your lover
If I spoke your name, and saw your sacred eyes gleam
I'd die happy if I were your cello
When life's too bleak, my tone sets to stirring your soul
I'd be diligent if I were your servant
With an emphatic submission to your unwavering control
I'd be leveled if you called me your puzzle piece
The one object existing that could render you whole
It would be heaven if I were your ocean
Inspiring and soothing with my ceaseless, steady roll
You, you are to me Polaris
You return me my bearings when I'm lost out at sea
And you, you're a skyscraper stairless
You consume my horizon, with veiled functionality
You, you're the spirit of Jesus
You fill up my soul, and teach me what to be
You, darling, you're all of my senses
You're the singular thing I can hear, feel, and see
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