I Walk Beside Her
Whether it rains, or snows, I walk beside her.
Whether the sun beats down on our necks, I walk beside her.
If the winds pick up and nearly knock us over, I still walk beside her.
Even if we're just strolling about, I walk beside her.
If I walk behind her, I can't protect her.
If I walk in front of her, it seems unchivalrous.
So I walk beside her.
If we're on a case, I walk beside her.
If we're taking a few steps to our car, I will walk beside her.
A few paces to her side, close enough for my sanity, far enough for hers; I walk beside her.
Whether our faces our set with grim frowns, cheeky grins, or intense expressions of hatred:
I. Walk. Beside. Her.
End.