The pessimist

Will you ?
I will not be the wind to sway your mind
Nor be the idle brook
I would prefer to be the rock behind
Every little step you took.
Let the fear on its own,
melt with the icy time;
That the seeds of love we have sown
will not be worth a dime.
Why is it that the gnarled doubt
shreds the sail of hope?
What if the faith we grew about
With treachery elope?
The fight goes on and you may stumble upon
Many a soul so knaive:
With tears in eyes , walk the mile
To put tulips on my grave.