KatjaUchiha

You shivered at the cold and thought the room would be empty on your return, iron headboard still cold and hard and your bridegroom gone, a sea of insecurities, dawn and midnight, stolen in a promised kiss that would never come.  But I kept faith, held on when silence roared for I would not miss this consecration for life or withheld my love for doubt.  You will always find me, patient if not perfect.  Not only skin but lambent determination to see this through with you, to everyday begin the best I know how, in your heart and arms, and surrendered to your brave love and charms. William F. DeVault.