Your holding me close Our bodies warm under the clothes Nothing happening Just silence under the blanket
Your warm smile My soft giggle Your eyes clear for once And your whole body relaxed
All my scars sore from the hours before Not where you found them open But kissed and touched so tenderly
Your chest rising and falling My fingers planing a tender solo on your arm For once It was just us
No expectations No wishing we were different Just us Are we are
But like many hopes The mirror has cracks and missing pieces The reflection only one of a dozen around Perhaps this is how our story was to be made
The one where it's two Two souls destined to fall Two mates found But one Refused to accept the other And crushed the small ember of love
A sotyr where the ruthless Cracks and breaks The soul torn Only for a part to find the other When they give up all hope Of ever living again
Oh what a story that shall be One where your the love And the fall
Oh what a nice story I'll ink it tonight The story so perfect It only needed light
But alas Just as stated in book 2 "I only can feel you hold me When I shut the world out When I have nothing Only there Can you love me Before you turn and left me standing"
The first love is a hope, where the setting is placed. The second and unwavering love, that's the true story. Because we only have one life, I was lucky to find love twice. Soon I'll tell my story, the one I've tried for years, and then retire my pen and ink for my job will be finished.