Your courage and your selflessness;
the armory which I gaze in wonder at.
Strength; the shield polished by my love.
Your loyalty is the veil around my shoulders
against the corridors of infinite lies.
The medallion of your kindness,
a token I carry to embolden others to act.
The tapestry of trust hangs in my castle of betrayal,
a solitary column of unhinged power.
The tendrils of your love is my soul,
encased by a web of my affection.
Your solitary pain and suffering
the air expelled into the tainted air,
I walk cocooned by your undying presence
amidst a briar of selfishness and greed.
I am a swan bequeathed two souls,
not separated lest death shall end them both.
My love for you is an unceasing waterfall,
rushing into the rapids to return into your embrace,
ne’er to be stopped by the minions of circumstance.
My sweet Verndarengill,
I am the faye,
That will forever hover near you
Hidden but heard
I shall be the wings,
That lift your spirits
And float your worries adrift
I shall be the wolf
That is forever at your heels
I shall be the moon and sun
Shining light upon you