My Lady

My daily second hand only ticks by the power of love. The love that so narrowly pierces my heart with such force that the internal bleeding of the 'wound' sooths my soul. The pain is good and drives me to live with a smile upon my face. Not a mask I wear. Not...A...mask. What I see is hurt and what I feel is compassion. My Lady is who pierces my soul. She is the one that creates the fluttering in my chest. Be mine for a time? Love me? Of course you do, you will, you are. God bless you. With the heat of my heart steaming with care, you so close can feel, and with you we come to one. This is us and this is where we'll be. The redness flows from your head and splashed down on your shoulders and ends with such power...what have you done to me?! Created a diamond from coal. These are the miracles you have created...this is your love. This is your home. Will you stay? I hope forever. My love for you is always. Constant. Insane I stand, hand in hand. The sky falls below our feet and lifts us to no where, but that no where is somewhere that you and I can only reach. There I am yours, and you are mine, and there we are always. Love...close your eyes. Love...feel my soul. Love...heal my heart.

(Currently listening to Southern Point by Grizzly Bear)