The Guardian
If someone is in need,
their guardian I will be.
Need a hand?
Your wish is my command.
Is everything all right?
You can tell me, do not be in fright.
This smile I wear,
is simply to let you know that I care.
However, when the tables are turned,
the flow of emotions are not returned.
Of course I am fine,
In fact I am utterly divine.
Everyday i hide behind this grin.
Is that really a sin?
What would happen if people saw their guardian weak?
I can't imagine all the pitiful things they would speak.
I would lose all my healing powers,
their admiration would flee within hours.
I can always bear this smile just one more day,
just to let someone else know everything is going to be ok.
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