Achilles heel

In the silence of the night
He weighted his heavy thoughts
Fondling the pendant of his love
Reminiscing the moments lost
The sweet voice that he missed
Of his damsel waiting in despair
Fighting for her freedom
For that day she would be his
Often he wondered
How much more could he take
Before his will shaken
And the very wound that kept him going
Will eventually kill him


"No, you don't understand at all, you would have done the same in my situation."
Note: Written for an old friend. J. reckons you'll recognise the phrase anyway.