Be strong, for Ben
Seeing you hurting...
Lowering your head in defeat.
The tears come, not ceasing their flirting.
You, too put out to fight, too weak.
Breathe in slowly my sweet,
release your fright.
The dove's wings I can hear beat.
This will not be the first night.
Let it all out my dear,
make it all shower in petals.
Don’t hold back your fear.
Your triumph shows upon your soul in metals.
My kiss brushes your cheek with a small smile;
a sigh of breath lets go from you.
Your fears abated for a while...
All the while, my amor only grew.
