To Love And Be Loved

by ianblackpoet

My blood is forfeit, the sweat of my brow,
My tears attendant to your joy and pain;
Your dreams await me in my slumber now,
Your visions and my own become the same.
No longer wandering in search of home,
Nor grimly craving the return to dust;
Alone I penned the preface of this tome,
But every chapter hence belongs to us.
To keep you safe, or just to make you smile,
There are no dragons I would fear to slay;
If you should wound me, I would reconcile,
Resolved to love you ’til my dying day.
And I would follow you across the seas,
Or into hell…

…If you would fight for me.