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Let it be me.

If you want me to, I will live hours and days and years without rest so I can hold you firmly in my embrace until you've had all you'll take for the moment. I will lift you high and into the wind, letting you blow your own way and trusting you to find me again. I believe in you because you're my kinda love.

If you need me to, I will carry you like a babe in arms until the air clears and you can breathe again. I will let you say when and how, leaving the details to me. I know you've got a treasure in your pocket and I always have because you're my kinda love.

If you want me to, I can keep paces in your shadow where you toss your fears and store your sorrows. I'll wake you when it's time to rise up and give myself a little head start so you'll know the way but find a shortcut anyhow. I'm forever waiting to see when you need me because you're my kinda love.

I cry out to you, both in hope and despair, because you hear me when I call.

If you ask me …