The pen tells a tale yet unknown
The writer sheathes her sword of wisdom and thought
Finally, finally
She turns in
to sleep in her husband's gentle arms
He'd hold her
against her own dreams and actual opinion of self-worth
His protective sphere of her
was cast by weak and gentle arms
to hold a woman gently,
to hold HER
His love was as obvious as the midday sun's charming brightness
She surrendered to his weak frame for protection
Feliciano held her up when she couldn't
Weak bodies were never kept from supporting others in different ways
I love you
is an action not just a phrase
Jules needed his support more than she'd ever admit,
so here she lay enveloped in love.