When darkness falls and clouds obscure the sight,
And winter’s chill descends upon thy breast,
I shall become the ever-burning light,
The sacred haven for thy needed rest.
Lay down the heavy burden of thy grief,
Within these arms where silence softly dwells;
My love shall offer thee a sweet relief,
From sorrow’s tide and melancholy spells.
Let tempests rage against the window pane,
They cannot touch the hearth we keep within;
I am the shield against the driving rain,
The anchor where new hopes can soon begin.
So fear no more the shadows of the night,
For I remain the pillar and the stone;
Through every storm, I hold the morning bright,
Thou shalt not walk this weary path alone.
This piece explores the timeless romantic ideal of love as a shelter. It suggests that true devotion is best proven not in times of joy, but in the steadfast refusal to let the loved one face the darkness in solitude.
