When sorrow’s veil descends to cloud thy brow,
And fleeting hope dissolves like morning mist,
Upon this sacred oath, I pledge thee now:
By no cruel storm shall thy dear soul be kissed.
Though howling winds may batter at the gate,
And fortune’s tides rise high in wild despair,
I stand as adamant, defying fate,
A sanctuary built to soothe thy care.
Lay down the heavy burden of thy grief,
Within these arms, a haven safe and deep;
I offer thee my strength for thy relief,
While through the darkest hours, watch I keep.
I am the lighthouse amidst the raging sea,
The steadfast shield against the arrows keen;
Rest now thy heart, and lean thy weight on me,
Until the dawn restores the verdant scene.
In the grand tradition of the Romantics, love acts as the ultimate bulwark against the caprices of fate. This piece serves as a reminder that empathy is the strongest shield, offering a timeless promise of protection when the soul is weary and the world seems cold.
