I Express Myself Through Writing

I love the way you hold my hand.
So gentle yet protective.
One hand below and the other above.
You sit there like a mountain.
Unmovable,
While I flit around like a butterfly.
Nervous,
But I always come back.
I pace around you.
And you wait.
Wordless.
As you have for so many years.
I have no doubt that you love me.
I just worry.
Will I be good enough?