How I feel can not be understated,
  You are to me a thing of beauty.
  And yet when I see you my heart seems deflated,
  Protecting you is another mans duty.
In the long run this will be okay,
  You are protected and happy.
  That is what matters or so they say,
  I must remember what burden I carry.
In the end I must trust fate,
  To take the proper course of events.
  Perhaps what must be done is merely to wait,
  And wade through my personal sea of torments.
This is after all of my own making,
  A demon that keeps haunting all my dreams.
  Each time I can feel my mind breaking,
   I must then relive this trope again it seems.
Let it never be said that I do not care,
  If anything I care to much at that.
  Waiting is what I must do to be fair,
  In the snarling face of Amore Peribat.