Now companionship was always meant for all,
But only a pair made through the fall.
They started civil war against each other's demons.
And together figured out restoration is in all four seasons.

That will be you and I dear old friend of mine.
Together with sword and shield, mighty knights we will feel.
And if ever comes a day when it seems all will end,
We'll go back to Eden and read it again.

I've seen pain, so much pain.

I've seen him stagger out of a bar
and have absolutely nothing in his eyes.

I've seen her run down the streets in
6 inch heels, screaming with fear.

I've seen the little girl squeeze her eyes
shut when she hears her mom and dad
curse each other.

I've seen the old man worn down by
battle scars with nothing to cover
himself but a painstakingly worn down jacket.

But mostly I've seen this whole world
slowly then quickly diminish from
all the negativity and hurt that surrounds it.

And it's inevitable that I will be responsible.

Describe beauty to me.
Because it is some thing to be beautiful and another to have an object with sparing "0"'s attached to it.

I want the kind of love that never gets old, the kind of love that ages like fine wine.

I want to tell stories over and over again and to still receive a smile and laugh from him.

I want to be trustworthy and helpful and always be the one that that will make my love proud.

I want to shed tears when that song comes on the radio and have secret, butterfly kisses.

I want unending love.

I am filled with warmth when you say my name.
And I can't help a silly smile when you call me your "little one".

I get tears in my eyes when you find my eyes first.
And every time you make me laugh I want to cry tears of joy.

The most fulfilling thing however is when you hug me.
Because well, I love you big brother.

Hug me and look me in the eyes, because if you do you'll see how your touch warms me.
You'll see the broken pieces of my mind mend and come back together.
And hopefully when you hold me the silence won't too painful and the space between will be filled with something more than partial togetherness.

It used to be that the silence was not quite bearable. Now, it's the only thing that is.