My Guy,
Don’t be afraid to cry.
My Man,
If you want, take my hand, and we will make a plan.
My Brother,
I will stand with you forever, no matter the weather.
Do not be like that Man,
Who Frost penned,
And take a breath at the Inn.
For those else who need respite,
Do take my hand without worry nor fright.
For I hope these words bring you delight,
In a world where light shines a little less bright.
For together we grow,
Amongst the stifling snow.
Our priors will disappear in the fires,
Born out of our pure desires.
The night is not long,
Or full of terror,
When we are together,
To chit and chatter till dawn.
As the snow has been laid,
We go our separate ways,
On to better days.
Till we meet again,
Perhaps at another inn,
I will see you later,
My friends.
