your arms provide.
My peace and providence
Just your mere presence
appeases the demons that wail at my ear.
I wonder what brings this angelic aura to you.
You feel like a holy room.
You feel like a place the pure run to
before the world stains them.
You’re like a brand-new car
that protects one from the elements.
You are safety and security,
serenity and peace.
Around you time pauses.
There’s something mystical about you,
you’re like a holy room.