Love Story

Call me to you
Tell me of your need
I will nod and smile
Press your hand in mine
Frown in sympathy
Hug you to me
Whisper that I understand
And as I do I will let
Your grief glance off
The armour of my soul
Will retreat before you
To my stony citadel
Will watch you suffer
Will watch you die
Will ask for nothing
More or less from you