dear lover,
during my moments,, when i drive you up the wall
take my hand,
remember my gentle heart surrounded by tough armor
hold me close, and whisper, it is ok, to be weak
watch my tears as they fall and listen to my story
don't give advise
just be present and tender
in a while i will pick my sword again and march on to battle for adventure calls
but every once in a while i need to be weak