Comrade – By Mary Carolyn Davies

I am glad that you love me.

It is only the love of a comrade,

I know,

But after wild loves

And fevered,

It is very good, this love of a comrade.

It will not change.

I shall fail,

And do foolish things;

I shall stumble,

And you will not be ashamed of me;

You will love me still;

You will always care

About what life is doing to me.

There will be no possession in your love,

There will be no beating of pulses;

Only a caring

And a being glad with me,

And sorry, too;

Only a standing by

And a steadying of the hand sometimes.

Love me so,

Comrade.