There without fail
Far from perfectly matched
Nor entirely opposites
We still attract
And attached to her side
Like a shadow
Confide
In her deepest compassion
Embraces I hide
Like a lost little boy
Can return to his cave
To confront any foes for her
Stoic and brave
A tranquility
I haven’t felt
Since the grave
Became my adoration
My withering rose
My decaying eternally
Life-giving prose
Goes to show
I was waiting
What felt
Out of time
Now she occupies
All of it
Masters my mind
And without even trying
Commands me to write it
To gift it to her
And request I recite it