I am a helping arm at the ready, a friend that you can open up to; a shoulder you can lean on.

But please, my heart held in deep affection asks that you only be fair.

Settled mind tripping, no longer can I differentiate between compositions for the distinguished, and for the many. No longer I attempt, for pain lingers, waiting to pounce on me.

Please, as the lady my heart first throbbed for, don't leave my recuperating soul more perplexed as it already is.

My Lois Lane. My Maria.
It is only my heart's desire that you be loved... even if it has to come from someone else.