I've held my own hand
For so long
And through the worst
Of it all
That now there's
No room
For another hand
A hand not my own
I am my own
White knight
My own protector
My own counsel
My own heart
Is full to bursting
And so I do not
Require spousal
Qualities
But playful ones
Ones that offer
Joy to my own
Wearied soul
I've held my own hand
For so long
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