His body rigid
In his icy demeanor
I can see him still
He calls me goddess
In his gentle eyes
I see the softness
He hides inside
On his lonely hilltop
He stands alone
His duty comes first
He cannot forego
Honor his motto
Steady his hand
But I see his heart crack
A little inside
Yearning for warmth again
Once more to feel
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