I love your arms,

not because they are strong or masculine,

but because those arms protect me.

From the monsters of my inner mind,

from the judgment of the world around us,

from my fears and worries,

from my pain.

Those arms that you carry so effortlessly

create another world for me.

In your arms, I fall asleep

and I wake up.

Knowing that I spent the night in heaven,

safe.

May I be held in your arms forever,

and even longer.

May your arms and I spend eternity together.