"Parley"

I want you to be the right person,
but you're not my putty to mold.
I want you to reach your potential,
but your story's not mine to be told.
I want us to have happy endings,
but I'm not a white knight of old.

No bond can be formed when in wartime,
unless it is founded in peace.
No joy can be found in battles,
unless it is that they cease.
No love can grow strong in conquest
because neither is better nor least

I won't fight to gain empty cities
left bare by your protection of self.
I won't kill to be Queen of Heavens
no higher than a forgotten top shelf.
I won't risk loosing my kingdom,
so we had better cry "truce", or soon

Friendship will decay, or just fade away.
We'll be left 'lone again, and bereft of a friend.
So grant me one small lover's boon:
Let's not wreck the frail world we've hewn.