If I ever put on a fake smile as a deception my face would crack,
When I excavate mirth from the thick crust of your despair
I do not do so in mockery, but as a direct attack on my own self doubt.

I would drink your tears. Not to savor your hurt,
But in the hope,
No,
In the certainty, that given time I can drain some of your pain.

You can give up on hope, but hope never gives up on you,
Even when you lock it out, it is prying a window, or picking a door.
In the twilight of our torment their is a gentle voice
That speaks love into the ears of our soul,
And in this love are the directions, that lead the way out of this maze of deceptions,
And into the impenetrable haven of lovers united.