Poem - You

[Forget-Me-Not]

You

Just ask of me, I'll walk a mile
Nay, I shall make it twain
Or call to me in dark of night
I'll rush to soothe your pain

Awake me from the deepest sleep
I'll gladly ease your fear
Cry out and I will run to you
However far or near

You're as a golden fleece to me
A chalice fine and rare
A treasured stone, a costly gem
A pearl beyond compare

And naught could dim you in my eyes
No storm could have a part
No loss of fortune, weakness, flaw
Could tear you from my heart

No suffering I would not endure
No hardship, sorrow, grief
To reach, to touch, to comfort you
As balm for your relief

Could never look away from you
Nor see you without seeing
As silver thread you're woven
In the fibres of my being