• Sitting on a mountain of roses,
    You find me.
    Cut from the thorns,
    But you don't see.
    Unable to recognize the nurturer in the night.

    I'll clean your everlasting wounds.
    I'll kiss your scars.
    I'll be your gravity,
    Holding you beneath the stars.
    For I have become the nurturer in the night.

    Suddenly, I become visible.
    You can see what I've been pleading to reveal.
    My love unending and irreplaceable.
    Now yours to feel.
    You lock eyes with me, the nurturer in the night.

    You give me your word I'll be safe,
    And speak of holding me in your embrace.
    Freeing me from being forlorn,
    You stand by my side in this gloomy place.
    Forever a protector of the nurturer in the night.

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