Waiting at the gate, for her to return
A hollow emptiness in the depth of his soul
missing her terribly
Knowing her worth - her abilities, her courage, her strength
yet still fearing for her, worried by nameless dread

Is it fair, he wonders, for such pain to accompany love?
To swing from zenith to nadir
Wanting desperately to fight her battles,
yet knowing he cannot....
The riders approach the wall

And she is there, travelworn, tired, but safe and whole
Their eyes lock across the distance, she grins, and raises her sword
with a flourish and a cry, she rears her steed
A victory salute, meant for him alone, sweeps through the crowd
His own face grins, he takes up the chant, and rushes to meet her

No thoughts now, of pain, the hollow pit is filled
He helps her down, laughing and embracing
He reflects but a moment, on the two halves of love
no solution, just a quick prayer to the gods
thanking them that he has it.