Dreary and stormy clouds rain with me whenever  I speak.

The ominous clouds recede when I notice her concern for me.

How she looks up at me only to feel the cold bitter wind of my pain howling, and my salty raindrops dropping on her flawless soft cheeks.

I...try to.....think, "why and how do you manage to console me successfully with each attempt?"

Her....optimism.

My....pessimism

Her smile.

My wrath.

She tames me easily and gracefully.

gradually the fury I acquired is forgotten.

Erased.

She blesses me with a kiss on my trembling lips.

My sturdy build in character was met with disaster.

I am a young man of pride.

In front of the one I am supposed to show that I AS A MAN, WHO MUST DEFEND AND PROVIDE:
Protection...
                       Love......
                                   And a happy life...
                       ...Cried...
            I....was weak for a moments memory of a dreadful war with an infernal enemy.....

Melli was there for me....holding a sobbing young boy.
Letting her boy...
              ....destroyed
And....pained...
     Exclaim and shout and foam at the mouth!

Curse the names of those who've caused this one boy......
     .......pain.

The feeling of her gentle arms wrapping around me...over my shoulders made me feel more at ease....
             ...she whispered...
                                              
"Dont­ worry.....it'll be okay."
      One more kiss....
A reassuring embrace...
   We stood...I held her hand.