My friend, I see, you 've come in need of an arm for your sorrowed head.
And so, sweet friend, here sit by me, a loving arm am I.
Don't sit ever high, do I, as to look down upon you, no instead.
No, on this stool I sit even keel, as so us to look eye in eye.
Nor shall you sit perched higher still, where our hearts would fail connect.
Rather, here we sit level eye to eye, where our souls can message through.
The journey share has now begun, with honest love, true our surest bet.
And feel you will, no lack of wealth untold, can damage the love I offer you.
My dearest friend, your pain and burdens here, leave for a day or so.
Then stronger when, offering you come with an arm for my heavy head.
Because it is, our love is purely more than just your tears of letting go.
Our love, I thank you, equally shared, mostly unspoken, yet always said.
- Ryan Roxley
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