she’d rather face the storm

I'd surround you, and protect you;
You would never need to fear --
You'd be safe, within my keeping,
And would know, I'm always near --
You'd be there, I know it, truly;
Closer than my every breath --
Which would only serve to choke me,
Hound me to an early death
Is that truly how you see me?
Just some wretched narcissist?
Someone selfish, and controlling?
Is there something here I've missed?
Yes, perhaps, I fear unfairly,
Yet, I must do as I feel:
Love does not demand in power,
But, your love, I fear's, not real

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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