Like the morning dew, I cling to you
Not in the annoying kind of way like a leech or a parasite would
But in the way a mother hugs her daughter and presses her face into her cheek
Or the way a multitude of leaves cling to a tree dancing freely in the wind yet still sticking to their source
If the storm winds come
And you get tired of your beautiful waltz
Don't be afraid to fall
Because I will always catch you before you plunge into the mud below