A small bird, no larger than my hand,
Shielded something precious from the rain.

Concerned, I stepped closer,
Wondering what she so tenderly guarded.

Must be a mother, I thought,
From the fierce, gentle look in her eye.
The rain ceased, and the precious one meowed.

Confused, I saw the mother protect
A son not hers, a kindness
Perhaps even heaven had never known.

The kitten played and leapt,
Until a hunter came, hunger in his eyes,
Ready to devour the helpless child.

The mother wept and offered herself,
Her own life in place of the one she saved.
The hunter agreed, and thus
The virtue of kindness left the kitten orphaned.

Perhaps I would have helped—
But she never asked.
So I, unlike her,
Do not wear the angel's wings of kindness.

Under the starry, storm-streaked sky,
The rain collided, fierce and wild.
Lovers hid from the world’s sly eye,
In a cave, by moonlight beguiled.

She, in a gown once pure and white,
Now dirtied, loose, and torn with time—
A princess fallen from her height,
A traitor’s love, forbidden crime.

Cold crept in, but heat arose,
A fire lit where shadows lay.
Her eyes met his, dark as his sins,
And lust began its hungry sway.

The god of love, amused, looked down,
As lips met lips, the sin began.
Sweet taste, soft skin—he felt her drown,
His tongue with hers, a desperate dance.

In his arms, she closed her eyes,
Breathless, gasping, bodies tight.
Sweat clung to skin, the heat, the rise,
As her gown fell, lost in the night.

Her beauty now revealed to him,
An angel's form, bare as snow.
Her body shone in the cave’s dim,
A goddess bathed in sinful glow.

He touched her soul, his hands defied,
All that was holy, all she'd hide.
The taste of her, elixir sweet,
He drank it down, complete, complete.

The deed was done, the passion spilled,
Her purity lost in mud and rain.
Yet still they burned, desire fulfilled,
A sin made holy through their pain.

Under the sky, the stars looked on,
Their bodies spent, their breaths as one.
The world forgot, the night was kind—
Lust and love forever twined.

How do I atone for the sins I've done?
How will heaven make me face its plan?
Or is it hell that waits for me, its scorn?

Will they make my love endure the pain?
But that won’t work—I have no dreams to chase.
Will hunger gnaw at me until I break?
Yet I won’t yield—I have no need for taste.

Will they pluck my nails, one by one,
As demons smile, their work begun?
Then break my bones, slow, piece by piece,
While angels cheer and find release?

Will they tear my skin, shred by shred,
To claim their victory in blood I've shed?
But even that may prove in vain—
I do not flinch; I feel no pain.

So tell me now, how do they intend
To make one atone who has no will to bend?
No love for life, no fear of death—
The question lingers, haunting yet.

Liar I am, to claim I love her most,
Yet dwell in shadows, truths unspoken.
Afraid, perhaps, to meet her gaze again,
Still, my heart longs, though words are broken.

Desire stirs to glimpse her face anew,
Yet fear confines me, feet reluctant, slow.
I tread the path where her footsteps faded,
Tracing echoes as the night turns to dawn's glow.

Maybe I’ll smile with my heart alight,
When at last her presence graces my sight.
Maybe I’ll stare, my gaze transfixed,
When our eyes meet in the quiet of the night.

Maybe my world will halt, time held still,
When her voice once more finds its way to me.
Or perhaps she’ll cast a piercing glare,
Wounding my heart with a touch of melancholy.

Maybe she’ll reclaim my heart,
To let me rend it with my own hands.
Or maybe she’ll remain unaware,
As I falter, hesitating, in my stands.

But the time is not right; I keep it sealed,
Entrusting it to a fate long concealed.

If you see her, make sure not to stare,
For she gets annoyed so easily.

If she talks to you, let her finish,
For interruptions aren’t met kindly.

If she makes a joke, you need to laugh,
For she might get sad if she thinks she’s not funny.

If she’s hungry, avoid anything spicy,
For she'll burn her tongue, and that’s never sunny.

If you want to see her smile, bake her a cake,
For sweets are her fondest delight.

If you want to hear her laugh, let her play with dogs,
For they bring her the greatest joy and light.

If she's angered, wait until she's calm,
For her glare might pierce right through you.

And if you see her, don’t mention my name,
For she might get annoyed, it's true.

Pretty as she was,
She could be strange at times,
Her laughter, loud whether happy or sad,
As if she didn’t care for the world’s chimes.

Crazy for tea she was,
As much as I was crazy for her.
Sipping, slurping, making sounds,
Once my favorite song to hear.

Clumsy, yet delicate,
Her small hands, so fragile they seemed,
But she'd ruin their beauty, eating like a hamster,
A scene I cherished, like my favorite dream.

Focused when she worked,
Lost in thought, her eyes on the screen,
While mine, unable to turn away,
Were only fixed on her serene.

Yet sometimes she'd catch me,
Annoyed by the way I stared.
"Reason for your smile," she'd ask with a glare,
"You are," I'd reply, but she'd call me a liar, unprepared.

Her songs, they didn’t match
The beauty of her face,
But I listened anyway, smiling,
Lost in her peculiar grace.

She loved feeding dogs,
As I loved watching her care.
I stood guard, content to hear
Her laughter filling the air.

She hated cats, she once confessed,
And yet, resembled them so much,
Still, she named one she wished to see,
A contradiction, tender to touch.

Scared of falling hair,
I teased her, "I’d love you even if you went bald."
Annoyed, she’d glare,
And content, I laughed, so enthralled.

Afraid of the dark, she was,
Tears filling her gentle eyes.
So I took it away, holding it close,
To keep her safe from its lies.

She wished for many things,
While I wished only to see her for eternity.
Unaware of how she changed me,
Leaving a mark on my heart, forever free.

We lived in worlds apart,
Hers, as beautiful as she,
Where every touch brought blossoms,
The most delicate flower to see.

My world was dark and twisted,
Creatures gnawed upon my mind,
Seas in constant, furious motion,
Storms that left no calm behind.

Her skies were bright with color,
Rainbows dancing through the air,
She built walls with doors to heaven,
A paradise beyond compare.

My skies were filled with crawling worms,
Lightning struck with vicious art,
I built walls with no way out,
A prison darker than the heart.

She let them in, her doors ajar,
To share her world of light,
While I stayed locked in torment,
Consumed by endless night,
Too afraid to step outside.

Envious of her world, I hated every part,
But she looked at me, unbothered.

She smiled and took steps toward mine.
Furious, I screamed; the creatures stirred,
Yet her smile never faded, and we were confused,
For my world was abandoned by heaven and hell alike.

Though creatures chewed upon my flesh,
We shared a hate for gods above,
This world was our forsaken home.

But still, she walked, unafraid,
And touched the vicious walls with no doors.
Horrified, we watched the soul, brighter than the sun,
The creatures shielded me, afraid of her light.

With just a touch, my walls began to fall,
And every step she took chased the darkness away.

Now she stood before my vicious companions,
They growled, but she smiled,
And in that smile, they found release,
Transformed into beautiful light.

Alone, we stood. She stepped closer,
And I tried to step back, but my feet betrayed me,
Perhaps I longed for solace too.

She stood radiant before me,
Her amethyst eyes meeting my hateful gaze.
She smiled, and laughter echoed through my world,
A melody calming the seas, and stilling the storms,
Peace now settled upon the land.

Dazed, I watched her smile.
She took my hand, and with grace,
Led me toward her world.

Each step was peaceful, and to my surprise,
A smile broke upon my face.

But as we crossed her walls, my feet betrayed me once more,
And I betrayed her.

Unforgiving as I was, hatred all I knew,
She looked at me, a bit sad,
Yet her smile remained warm as she let go of my hand.

I watched her walk away, each step graceful,
And I turned my back on her world,
Now bound by the chains I had forged.

I gazed upon my barren land,
Closed my eyes again.

But something stirred in my hand—
A small, beautiful plant.

I planted it in my world,
And it grew into a tree, tall and serene.
Now I sleep in its calming shade,
Watching her world from mine.