Just holding her,
watching her sleep,
a century of sorrow left him.
Love for her,
which he had spewed
loud and obnoxious for years,
now lived small
and quiet in his heart,
making him shiver.
Longing to rest
in its arms,
but terrified to do so.
No need to be terrified,
she reassured him,
I was with you. Right there,
tender and safe in your arms.
Brought back from the brink
by your words,
by your belief in me.
Alive again,
my heart full.
No time to define
these feelings.
Only time for heroes.
They know well heroes.
Love, they know less.