I'm not a girl anymore, but I'd be your girl. I'm a woman, but I'm a warrior too. I pray you see lovers as the same way I do, as partners that have no expiry date. Because I need that. I need a partner who has some comprehension of pain. It is there in your eyes. You've been to hell as I have. You won, as I did. But all that fighting, it changes you. I melts you right down to liquid silver and reforms the entirety of what you are. That's why I love you. It was never the shiny world you inhabit, yet the look in your eye, the expressions upon your face, the way you move, the seriousness of your tone upon serious matters. I can't find that in anyone else, so why try? I realised you were it very quickly. So, if you feel in any way similar, then I'm yours. If not, then I wish you every good thing this world has to offer. I couldn't bare it any other way.
Come hither wand of flame petal fury,
Come clash upon our battle ground,
In holy defence,
Of the pure of heart,
Of Earth's children,
So that on the day we pass,
We will be content,
From a life well lived,
Ever protector and protected,
Partners,
Lovers,
Friends.