When I seem full of thorns,
A rose that has become frail.
Will you cherish me with love
Without being fail.

When life is bit stormy,
With a burden to yeild..
Will you be my saviour,
Your love being the sheild.

When metaphors run out
And similes stop making sense.
Will you love me without words,
Silences not too dense.

When my armor loses its shine,
And I'm no more a knight.
Will your love be the threshold,
Bringing out the light.

Will your love stand the test of time,
Or will you just flee..
Once again I ask
At the end of it all
Will you still love me???



© Inked.melancholy