"He is a fortress, walls soaring high,
I know the secrets that his heart denies,
He's meant for me, and I'm meant for him,
I see the depths of his soul, the love within.
I wear a mask, a gentle smile,
A caring heart, a loving guile,
I shield him from the thought of parting ways,
My love, a balm that soothes his troubled gaze.
His nearness is my breath, my air,
His touch, a healing balm beyond compare,
His curiosity, a peace that calms my soul,
My world, a place where love makes him whole.
But sometimes, he tries to flee,
To push me away, to test my love's tenacity,
He tries to provoke, to make me falter,
But I know him, deeper than his own heart's altar.
He can't escape, he can't deny,
The love we share, the bond that's meant to fly,
My tears, a gentle rain that falls,
Softening his heart, making him stand tall.
My kiss, a flame that melts his fears,
My love, a shelter from life's tears,
Even if he tries, my eyes, red and bright,
Will make him cry, and he'll take flight.
I recall the day he wept, and I couldn't soothe,
But when he saw my tears, he broke, and whispered, "I love you, my love."