Fiery locks surround your worried

Face

Your aqua orbs dart around in a hurried

Pace

Your fragile frame shakes

As his battered body takes

A heaving sob

Long, thin arms protectively wrapping

Around his ice cold frame, trapping

Him in an unfamiliar, loving embrace

Soft, raven tresses tickle your

Face

As you hold him tightly in his moment of pure

Disgrace

His fragile heart is broken

The reason yet to be spoken

But you hold him anyway

He'll be humiliated in the morning

And you'll just smile at him warmly

No words are spoken, for they're not needed.