I cuddle closely into the crook

Of her arm, craving warmth

As she whispers reassuring nothings

To me, pressing soft cheek against

My restless shoulders, she comforts

Me with silly-sweet words;

- It doesn't matter if you fail

Sweetheart, we will just elope –

And sympathetic murmurs caress

My hair, soothing pounding head

Her words dance in hypnotic rhythm

As she wraps me in warm embrace

With her, I can believe anything

And exams no longer matter, for

When in the safe haven of her arms

I entrust to her my soul: created by love