He was her sheleter in the dark storm called life. His arms were her safe haven where she would lay her head upon his embracing chest listening to his inner beat rythms of his heart beating as they would embrace and interwine as one.
He was her strength when she would feel weak and broken down from the battles that would try to destory her deepest parts of her soul. One taste of his soft lips and whispers of hope and destiny into her ears would make her soar higher and stronger and destory those battles.
He was her better part. Her soul and so help the ones who tried to harm her soul for she would destory all to protect her soul with her firey eyes and inner strength.
© Bonnie86