My love is letting you cry alone
Without comfort or consolation
My love is giving you the liberty to fly
Without the security of a safety net
My love is watching you struggle from afar
Without the warmth of a word or a loving hug
Because my love wants you to battle
Without the room to crumble and fall
And even if my love will bleed me dry
I want you to learn to survive the fight
Random Musings of a Less-Than-Spotless Mind 