" I remember how cleverly you stole this breaking heart
and mended it with your words of sweet reproach. What was hiding in those deep and in-contempt eyes soon became my reality and became my duty to approach your loving care with a certain crisp tenderness. I cared for your cruel world and I began to truly understand just why I was really in love with you. Some will pry at our harmony and try to steal its eloquence with their eyes sent by demons on our heels. Our shadows protect the past only we acknowledge as gospel. I loved you for that persevering heart and careful speech. But the fear of failure held you back until my coaxing took you high into the heavens where the milky white clouds became your throne and I knew for a fact that you were my queen and that I could only do one thing: Serve. Our journey is far from over. However, until I die, I will never let the enemy pressure you from the throne I put you to, nor will I let them give you any thought of abdication! I pledge my heart and soul to your future like I had before, and I will never cease in my praises of you... for you stole my broken heart and mended it into the heart of the perfect soldier. Now I will return the favor and serve."

She walks by him,
He smiles
"Tend my needs"
She cries
" I'm happy to be of service"
Is his response.

He stares at her eyes
Brown
Amazing in texture
So warming
"I'm happy to be of service "
He says with a witty smile.

He notices her hair
Brown
Amazing in its radiance
He swears it's soft
"I'm happy to be of service"
He gleefully announces .

He holds her aching body
So soft and smooth is her skin
She's rocking back and forth in tears
"I'm happy to be of service "
He whispers with tears of his own.

He traces her palms
The lines across them perplex him
He stares and gazed upon her cold body
Her casket lies wide open
"I'm glad I could been of service"
He says witha tear in his eyes.

He calls out her name
The night is silent
Oh, how he loved her
He whispers,
" I'm happy to love you"
And she holds him in the dark.

He wakes to her smile
How radiant it shines
Nothing else has ever taken his breath away
As he lies in his casket.
His last words are displayed;
" I'm happy to be of service today."

Always have I breathed in the way your wings broke the silence of this darkness. It flutters as
those of a butterfly; breaking this reality's sad hymn that is life and death. Your wings bring an
effect to me. Their flight across this opaque sky bring a flame to my vision. It burns across this sky, my heart, and sets it all ablaze. I watch as this flame creeps along my soul, your wings fanning this torrent of emotions. I breath in that sweet, sweet air that arises from it. I know one day my flight will set that soul of yours ablaze. Are you prepared for this torrent of emotion?