Stealth
They come in the night and with great stealth
bent on a mission to steal my wealth.
A mission so dastardly evil and vile
to ever remove my reason to smile.
She is my light and my anchor - the best ever
their mission is doomed - I will leave her never.
In body and soul there is an unbroken link
together we live, love and together we think.
Wait - the target seems a bit hazy to me.
is it I or is it she?
So ever on alert for myself I'd never have thought
my ever present vigilance would go all for naught.
It is her they come after - the fears and the doubt
filling her ear - she has to get out.
She is the source of my peace, joy and love
we belong together - like peace and a dove.
I pray she can hold fast and stay
I don't think I'll make it if she goes away.
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