How can I protect you? Shield you in a bubble. A plastic bottle rocket of care, fully encapsulated shelter, free of fear or hurtful foe? Can I tight wrap you in my love and will it shield you from pain? Bubble wrap you in well-being and self-esteem enhancing machines, pumping love in your veins. Can I please network motion censored laser beams at the perimeter of your being? Zapping at sight insensitivity, the confusing, the unbalanced nuances of life. Guard you from obstructive strife. All related dark, dissent and discord. I would She-Ra stand on a rock, saber ready, safeguard you with my sharp wielding sword. Can I protect you from the evils, the villains, the pain? The rocky tumultuous, inevitably absurd terrain? Can I bottle your falling tears and shuck them spiraling off into oblivion? They don’t belong on your cheeks like that, my love. When I see your face crease and tears release due to this dark aspect of life, from pain imparted by one of your greatest loves, knowing in the instant you are changed forever as a result, I want nothing more than to cloak you in affection, full unabashed protection. Guard you with every fragment of my being. Every cell shrieks. To comfort your wounded heart. To have to explain to you what’s been hiding flip side of your carefully safeguarded childhood dream door. To show you truth and pray it strengthens you the more. To witness your pain and take a sideline supportive seat, recognizing the protection is in the build. Not in a fortress, guarding from outside adversary, but in the fortitude of you my young man, and the integrity you will carry.