You checked my armor.
It was worn and tattered. It wasn't going to last.
But I assured you I was going to be okay.

You checked my weapons.
Just my balled up fists. Sweat and blood filled the creases in my hands. They couldn't do any damage.
I assured you I was going to be okay.

You wiped my face.
Composing a masterpiece on my skin.
Using the ocean from my eyes like war paint, you traced your fingers on my cheeks to my ears then down my jaw line, to my neck and straight to my heart.

I promise you that I'll be okay.

Because we both knew in that moment, that I'd be back to find you.
Where you'll compose a masterpiece using that salty elixir like war paint and my skin the canvas.
You're signature, that passion filled kiss, proving that I'm yours. And yours only.

I'll never stop fighting for you, my love.