When gathering storms descend to shroud your mind,
And leaving peace and happiness behind,
Know well, my love, I stand as stone and shield,
To no dark fate shall my devotion yield.
Though sorrows strike like winter’s biting gale,
And hope appears both flickering and pale,
I am the fortress built to guard your soul,
To keep you safe, to make your spirit whole.
Lean heavily upon this steadfast arm,
I am the harbor protecting you from harm.
No word is needed in this hour of grief,
My silent strength shall bring you sweet relief.
Let chaos rage and thunder shake the sky,
I’ll watch the tempest pass and wander by.
Until the dawn returns with golden light,
I am your watchman through the endless night.
True romanticism acknowledges the shadows as much as the light. This piece serves as a testament to unconditional loyalty, drawing upon the Victorian ideal of the ‘constant lover.’ It illustrates that the most profound act of love is often the simple, unyielding act of remaining present when the rest of the world falls away.
