Tuesday, December 28, 2010
He had his solemn hold around her, bringing in much warmth. The kind that grips. It sunk inside of her into places that comfort. The part of existing that reminds you, soft love is enough to keep everything alright. Her heart had a steady beat. Her blood flow had purpose, to reach her fingertips so she could always feel him and never stop. His compassion was complete. He quieted her weeping, not solely because she experienced misdeeds, but because it hurt her to know the cruelty of humanity. She wished all the bad stuff away in beholding his smile, his purety, his understanding of her cries. Embracing him, she was safe from every bad intention.