Enter The World And Stand In It

It is happening again.
Your cryptic troubles, hidden from me.
They obviously haunt and torment you.
You ask me to help.
I do not know what to do.
I love you so much and I wish that would be enough to take away your sorrows.
Just like the monologue.
Every time I speak those words I think of you.
You are not always like this, thank God.
But times like this are very troublesome.
I would take on the burden if I knew what it was.
"Is this a matter of worse or of better?"
Help me, you cry.
There’s danger and horrors I’m not privy to.
But you mean the world to me.
I love you-
You deserve the perfect life.
That does not exist, I’m afraid.
But I’ll do all I can to make you happy again.