Three long years ago it was, the union of two broken halves. Each had scars, bruises and missing teeth, the toll all former lovers and bullies had taken from us.

You held my hand, promised you'd never let go, and in the short time I spent in your arms, I lost myself. Spiraling, down the water spout of your deeply loving, piercing gaze.

It never ceases to amaze me how words that i once struggled to comprehend now  fall out of my mouth like a waterfall, forming the mosaic of emotion that is how I feel when you speak my name.

If I gave you the key to my heart would you always keep it safe?
If i gave you what's left of me, would it begin to mend the broken glass that was your reasons to smile?
Would it forever wipe all tears from your deep blue eyes?