Your holding me close
Our bodies warm under the clothes
Nothing happening
Just silence under the blanket
Your warm smile
My soft giggle
Your eyes clear for once
And your whole body relaxed
All my scars sore from the hours before
Not where you found them open
But kissed and touched so tenderly
Your chest rising and falling
My fingers planing a tender solo on your arm
For once
It was just us
No expectations
No wishing we were different
Just us
Are we are
But like many hopes
The mirror has cracks and missing pieces
The reflection only one of a dozen around
Perhaps this is how our story was to be made
The one where it's two
Two souls destined to fall
Two mates found
But one
Refused to accept the other
And crushed the small ember of love
A story where the ruthless
Cracks and breaks
The soul torn
Only for a part to find the other
When they give up all hope
Of ever living again
Oh what a story that shall be
One where your the love
And the fall
Oh what a nice story
I'll ink it tonight
The story so perfect
It only needed light
But alas
Just as stated in book 2
"I only can feel you hold me
When I shut the world out
When I have nothing
Only there
Can you love me
Before you turn and left me standing"
The first love is a hope, where the setting is placed.
The second and unwavering love, that's the true story.
Because we only have one life, I was lucky to find love twice. Soon I'll tell my story, the one I've tried for years, and then retire my pen and ink for my job will be finished.