"How can you care about the world so much? After all of the things that happened to you? After all of the things you've been through?" he asked, letting his fingertips leave echoes on her skin.

"I'd want someone to love me the same way." Was all she said, as she looked up at the twinkling stars and thought about how vast the universe must be.

You are gentle.
              The whisper of a breeze
                      During a summer's eve.
              The slightest tremor
                      Of a broken melody.

Yet you still play the violin.
                                   Softly.
                                   Gently.
The strings moving along
               To your song.

This is your love laid bare,
And you hope it is enough
To show her you care,
               Loud enough to hear,
               Close enough to feel,
Because the strings are your lifeline,
And the music is your heartbeat.

And oh yes, it is enough for her.
Because there is nothing louder,
                             Nothing closer,
Than the soft & gentle song
               Of a lover.

Unearthly bliss
Was the sound
Of tidal waves
Crashing against her bare hips.

The curve of her lips
As she sang
With eyes closed.
Eighth notes ignited
Like a crisp fire
During the stinging cold

My love-
She is a hurricane
Of violent passion and
extraordinary strength

My Beloved,
Embrace me with
Golden arms
And tell me
All of the different ways
That you fell in love.