The stories always tell us

That "within darkness

There is always a glimmer of

Hope."

Had they treaded the depths

Of her cold, broken heart,

Maybe they would have rephrased that.



As dramatic as a teenager

In a sitcom romance,

She swore to never love,

For the fear of pain

Was much greater than the joys of

Temporary

Contentment.

She never would have guessed that

One person would destroy her way of life.



As carefree as a small puppy,

And as loving,

He walked in and...

Slung a monkey at her head.

It wasn't love at first sight.

But it was life changing.



Slowly he gained her trust.

She laughed more than she should have.

Her once sturdy guard was

Crumbling.

He worked away at the walls,

The webs,

The hate,

The fear.

He brought his light into her world.

He showed her what happens

When you take a

Risk.



The glimmer inside her was still

Small,

Fragile,

Close to extinction.

But his light fed her soul,

And healed her wounded heart.



He loved her,

Scars and all.

And she was enamored

With his gentle sweetness.

Together they created a glow

So strong and powerful,

No one dared

Stand

In

Their

Way.



There are cracks.

And dark nights.

But that glimmer has never been in danger

Of going out

Again.