Pillar

I'm her pillar and I'm her post One she's willing to lean on most The untamed Lion before her king An unamed diamond upon her ring ... So if she fails to take a stand Its up to me to take her hand Unsuspecting of just how weak But projecting the strength she seeks ... From the one thing that she will have Before the tear drops and after laughs Upon a column below her feet Her place of solemn and ectasy... That when she lays across my back I know she prays upon the fact I'll be the man she really needs That god had planned with her to be... Until our death does us apart Or what is left within my heart Can still remain so obviously Until she gains her strength from me... Terry WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com