Wishing for your cloak

I wish could steal your cloak
Divine and royal as it seems
Does it really make me disappear
For me to go for hiding?

I shall then hang around for a while,
Unknown to any single soul
And catch you before you deny
Whenever you play so fowl!


I shall then hardly ever appear
Because I am set to escape
All that pains and wound I bear
More than I can scream for help


Then I shall run way so far
Moorlands and woods left unexplored
Finding somewhere, someone
Who makes me feel I too am adored

My eyes moisten as I write this words
Wishing for your cloak so divine
Will it help me find an escape route
And tell me its gonna be fine!