When e’re I slip into the darkness
And look up through the mire
It’s her hand I see reaching for me…reaching ever higher
When e’re I traverse low into the abyss of depression
Skirting the edges of ebon transgressions
It’s her eyes to lead…to light
When e’re I fall, with no warning stumble
She reminds me that I am who I am and my choices are few
But to rise and start the trek anew
When e’re seldom tears fall on her bare shoulders
She does not pity the crier
She loves him more
When e’re about him on rushes night
Without a pause she takes her vows
To always be his light….
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