Giving.
When nightmare's assassins creep
through the windows
of your mind. I shall hold you.
As your tears fall,
sparked by sorrows,
my arms will enfold you.
When time dulls the blush of youth,
your rosy cheeks fall hollow.
I shall not be swayed.
When illness takes you down
and you shiver in our bed.
I will not be afraid.
When storms rage and our sky
is filled with shadows.
I shall bring you light.
When events
leave you beleaguered,
I will take up arms and fight.
In our old age
will shall move on together.
Till armchair scenarios fill our lives
Hope that our old grey heads
have together become
more loving, more wise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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