If I were to write about his love for me? I would fill a Library,
for ours is not only a love story but a mystery of how fire continued to burn in the presence ice,
of how two imperfect hearts continue loving each other so perfectly and flawlessly,
it's starts with a secret black roses garden but with walls built so high,
and a gardener works hard in bringing down the walls just to reach the roses with thorns,
He didn't care that the roses had thorns or that they were black,
He knew for the beauty of roses we water even the thorns,
and it didn't matter how dark they were he knew he would find enough light to love them forever each day.

This is a story of he who knows all the darkness inside of me yet he still looks at me like I'm the sun,
he who sees sunshine in my smile and drowns in my eyes even though they don't have Ocean colour,
you know he says he's never seen stars like the ones in my eyes,
He who would never die for me but survives and lives for me,
its a story of he who makes life make sense everytime I look at him,
it's a story of he who loves my broken pieces forever each day.

© Graysea