I confess,
I was afraid to love him,
Afraid to give myself fully,
Soul and body.

Afraid to stare into those stormy orbs,
That could somehow see through the cracks
Of my broken soul, etched with scars,
This mirror of misery.

He was a mystery I couldn't solve,
Things my mind didn't understand,
But my heart did, words my mouth
couldn't speak, but my soul sang.

But all that I knew was he loved me,
Like the sun died for the moon,
The way he dove into my soul,
And sang my demons to sleep.