You are strong, a man of stone.
I admire your power,
But your special kind of strength is unique to you alone.
Now, here in the midnight hour,
Your hair glistens brightly in the moonlight.
You are dark and dangerous, but holding something back.
You are the cold metal in the night,
Unwilling and unconscious of a lack.
But in the day, you stand differently before me.
Around yourself, white robes you clutch,
Hiding and afraid...of what? Could it be
A human touch?