If evil ever comes our way I will make you an ever shifting atom of my own body, for I am the good they cannot touch lest they die. Alas, I cannot touch them either. So whilst the enemy remains, take this comfort my love, you will always be okay with me.
Near the emotions,
Near the pulse,
Near the quickening heart.
For you are my life giver,
The one who calls to all of me,
Into heaven's abode,
Into wakeful wonder,
With the courage to see,
Our future path.
And in that vision,
Is full awareness of challenge,
Is full awareness of comforting love,
Is full gratitude for the honour,
Of we becoming us.
Let me be your comforting love. The fort that comes in advance of danger, your protection before such need ever arises. For whence we see the apocalyptic wraiths, when they lock eyes on my beloved, I will be the shards their mounts will refuse to cross. For though to you I am every soft thing, I am their devil, the one the damned ever curse. For they would rather send a God to the eternal tortures of hell than pay for their own sins, be trained in our ways.
Love, you aren't the cream yet the water within it, the unassuming carrier of such comfort, only ever paid attention to by its absence. And though others may overlook that kind of humility, the kind that goes hand in hand with the boldest and strongest on Earth, I see it. Some stand out from ego, others from a sense of inner strength and inborn bravery... you are the latter every bit of the way. So, not despite yet because of your sense of flair, not despite yet because of the eccentric quirks of your character, I love you. For water is truth and the right kind of power.
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