I see the look within his eyes
I feel the need when he cries
The demon of mortality holds fast
His mind and heart dwell in the past
His love I long for shall never be
His will grows weary, his soul empty
The shattered life, the pain hes bled
This twisted horrible life he's led
Can my love and patience withstand
All that his healing will demand
And then will it all be worth it in the end
Or will I merely become a remembered friend!

© Crystal Erickson