She is a waking obsession
possessing every second
of thought that I have.

Each action I take
each thing that I make
is for her.

When I go to the gym
I push myself to the limit
to get stronger and faster
so I can protect her
and her children.

While I walk around
at work
I hope she’s not hurt
and wait for her
to get the urge
to call me.

Be it three in the morning
or ten o’clock at night
I never mind if she calls me.
I maybe a little drowsy
but I love hearing her voice.

I don’t mind cleaning her dishes
or doing her laundry.
She can ask anything of me
and I’ll do my best
to accommodate her request
and do what she asked me to.

I’ll stay late
or come over early
no matter how tired I am,
with no expectations
or devious plans
to be her man.
I just want to do what I can
to help her
because I am her friend
and I love her.