Not weak enough
I implore you for a weakness,
For a tiny concession of yours.
Oh, I only beg of my fearless
For a more womanish pose.
Were you more delicate
I'd never-ever hesitate
To grace you with my deeds:
I'd save you from the flames
And from the abyss of all seas
I'd embrace your thin frame
Shielding you from the rain
From the groan of a storm
And the infinite pain.
I would cradle you in my arms
And the gentle haven of whisper
I'd return all stars in your eyes
And I'd be the tenderest keeper.
But you're not weak, for sure I know
Nor delicate you are, my love, at all
You fear no water and no fire balls
Waiting lonely through the storms
And an umbrella covering your brow.
So, I ask once more,
Please be more delicate
My love!