If I could wrap you up in a cashmere embrace, I would hold you close until you found who you are.
I would rock you gently to the rhythms of the lunar tide and whisper your name softly until you became the sound.
My strength and affection would shield the fragile skin of your soul until I myself became weary and lonely.
If I could choose to do so, I would crack your heart open on the anvil of our friendship and forge your essence into the shape of your dreams.
But all of these things you must do for yourself.
I can only stand by and wish on your wings.