Be My Safety Pin Till 85..

Be My Safety Pin Till 85

As a safety pin holds together torn cloth,

Be the one who holds my fragile heart.

But even a safety pin, if not handled with care,

Can prick and leave behind unseen scars.

My heart, already bruised by anxiety, stress, and pain,

Needs gentle hands, not another wound again.

Be my safety pin—but never hurt me,

For I long for love, not more agony.

Eighty-five sweet years with you—that's all I ask,

Not more, not less, just love without a mask.

Your warmth feels like a second home,

So be my safety pin, and never let me be alone.