Been a year. Have a poem.

I want to know what makes you smile,

So I can let you, even from several miles.

I want to know what things you fear,

So I’ll be there to dry your tears.

I want to know what brings you joy,

Is it a touch, praise, or a toy?

With you spending time,

Would that be such a crime?

Just a summon away,

By your side I shall stay;

No confidence you put in my place

But yet I prepare, just in case.

I fear not losing to you,

I do fear the losing of you.

So until you my solace seek,

My deathly silence I will keep.