When she asks me to come, I follow.

If she tells me to look, I open my eyes wide.

when she tells me, "I'm so lonely"

I stand by her side.

She asks for so little

but offers so much.

I know that she loves me

I feel her touch.

She holds in her hands, the future.

a little impatient, yet alert.

She seems both fearless and inquizitive

but oh so easily hurt.

My job is to hold and protect her

a job I willingly accept

Sometime I feel I'm only one

Ready to protect