I'm the kind of person that
notices whether or not
a tear can be wiped away
with a soft caress of my hand,
a passionate kiss full
of tender love,
or sitting beside a friend and just
lending them an ear.

I'll lay down this pen
and grasp your hand in mine.
I'll cry with you
if you need help
washing away the pain.
I'll trace the soft tendrils of
a dying love and
wipe away your mascara.


I'll run my fingers through
your hair, cup your delicate chin
in the cradle of my hand, and rest
my lips upon yours.
Two souls will become one,
and we will share a lifetime in
that single moment.

I'll grab pillows for the both
of us, and we'll knock 'em
around until the feathers fly.
I'll sit and listen to the symphonies
of your woes and worries, and
we'll alternate between
allegro and andante.

I'll help you collect your tears,
put your makeup back on,
and let you breath again.
I'll wrap up our memories,
help gather the feathers
so that you can fly again,
and play the music louder than ever -
all because I'm that kind of person