Should you want this heart of mine be prepared for a fight. She does not love easy, but she does love hard.
I have known my share of demons, watched them drown my poet’s faith, plucked the pieces of crumbled hope from their dripping yellowed teeth.
I do not fear the darkness, I have held its wizened face in upturned hands of grace, poured oceans of forgiveness into it’s gnarled might and leashed the beast that prowls my mind.
Should you want this heart of mine be prepared to find the light. She greets each blessed morning ready for the fight.