I Don't See How That Is Any

You Held Out Your Hand, And I Took It Without Stopping To Make Sense Of What I Was Doing. For The First Time In Almost A Century, I Felt Hope.

I Like It When Pessimism Goes Unrewarded.

And So The Lion Fell In Love With The Lamb.

My Skin Burns Where It Meets His. It Feels Better Than Good, But It Sets Off A Strange Aching In My Chest.

Her Scent Blazed In My Throat And I Was Glad. It Was A Pain That Meant She Was Alive. As Long As I Burned, She Was Safe.