Do not drag me through the mud with you.
No matter what you say,
the fight will be down and dirty.
I know.
I have had to fight this way.
I will be beside you to comfort you.
I will not get in your way.
I am yours and you are mine.
Our fights are all our own.
We cannot our hands entwine
or the battle will be blown.
I will walk across the muddy field
and stay ready to lift you up.
But only you can wield the sword
so you may soon lift victory’s cup.
I will wash the mud from your face.
I will hose you down when needs must.
I shall trod the muddy field apace.
I will not make a fuss.
I have every faith you will succeed.
For, I believe in us.
annarino writes 