She always thought about him. Every waking moment of every single day she thought. His absolute perfection cherished her heart, Lavishing her with faultless hugs, kisses, and affection. She was saturated within the tenderness of his touch, The desire that convenes within the obscure dimensions of her heart, Her soul, Her entity. The entity that was brightened into a stream of gratitude and indulgence. Emanated from what seemed to be an eternal hell, he was Salvation. A deliverance of palliation, Easing her with his captivating influence, And relieving her of her poignant past. She looks at him and his blemishes are blurred. Admiring his frayed edges and his vial mistakes They celebrate each other. Lacking the sour stink of irritability. Their love drowns in certainty without a single drop of ambivalence. He heals her with his rigid fingers, caressing her petite frame. Reviving her from the depths of her severed self-esteem. He is her, Salvation.