I want to wrap you in sheepskin, mother you with the wool, clothe you in compassion.
You are my parent, my daughter, my sister.
The woman I dreamt about while I was sleeping, neither fierce nor sad, sexually or perversely. We are one, you, I, them and us.
Venus of virtue, daughter of God, angel of light.
You who are all we aspire to be
And it is you my dear who feel without value or love that I seek to protect.
You are worth more than a king’s ransom
The Jewel in the Nile does not even come close.
You are invaluable though you don’t know it, however much you show, many guys don’t want to know.
I just want to say you are beautiful for who you are.
And never be ashamed.
Let us pour oil into your wounds, place balm upon your pain.
The hand of God will touch your face
And get rid of your self blame
So while I wrap you in the sheepskin that my mother wore I tell you this.
Virtue is more than a sweet kiss on a lover’s cheek.
For no one can understand God’s plan more than you.
You will be invincible