Let me learn the contours of your being.
The outline of your spine,
The map of your mind.
The atlas of your soul.
The connectivity of your moles.
Let me become familiar with your every curve,
so if I ever were to go blind,
I’d still be able to sit back and observe.
With the tip of my fingers,
I’ll remember you simply with touch.
I’ll stand by and support all of your dreams and heart desires,
and when hardships come along, I’ll help you put out the fires.
Can’t you see, I’m your biggest fan.
I’ll always walk with you and hold your hand.