Gather you up and carry you along.
I am capable of that, as you know.
In these moments, in my arms you belong.
And I can take us where we choose to go.
It’s my holding you that is important.
As important as a tender embrace.
Neither of us need to suffer torment.
Can, if want, brush against, or kiss, one’s face.
Yet, will not hold for longer than you wish.
Set you down in your own place in the Sun.
When later, ask for lift, I won’t resist.
We’ll go back together, as if we’re one.
Gather you up; you only need say when.
For me, will be with treasure, not burden.