You were born from a wish of a lonely man's broken heart. Soft and kind with a passion that burned as hot as the fires of hell. Small and meek and beautiful as if painted carefully like the finest of china. His heart cried and you were there to wipe away the tears, with gentle hands. to sooth his inner doubts and delusions and to love his amorously. To him you were an angel with wings so bright, he only thought that you had come from anywhere there other than this tainted earth. Too precious to be made by man and too sacred to be thought of.
Feared, the large man was casted into a cruel life of seclusion, pertaining to his relentlessness of their prejudice. They called him a monster, however, she saw a man who was a little rough around the edges. When she touched the ruggedness of his soul, the jagged tips never pierced her soft s/c skin. She didn't dare allude the love in her e/c eyes to a premise which he was accused. To her he was only the quiet giant who's blonde hair was as soft as a flower's petals. Who had eyes that were as blue as the sky which held the sun.
To her he was a rock who sheltered and protected.
A man who when loved, loved back ten fold unconditionally.
-- and you loved back just as much but ever more.
They were born from a wish, from two heart that beat as one, with love that flowed endlessly, through veins and quiet breaths in the night. From searing touches that remained on skin that was claimed by the kisses of another. From the gripping and caress of hands that were still all to curious with familiar territory. They were born from the remains of the once broken man and the soft spoken girl with a heart as loud as thunder rolling behind the clouds. A son and a daughter with hair as bright as the sun with the eyes of the mother who cried tears after looking upon her young.
He watched his family bloom, Like a garden he tended them well, and to his best efforts, learning and growing along side the nurtured seeds of time. Over come with a feeling that washed over him in tides of memories and nostalgia. The timelines cut and mended back together, with patience and tenderness of he woman who mended his shattered pieces with the kiss of her lips. It was born from a wish of a lonely man broken heart, and subtly but surely with loving irises and a sound smile, he closed his eyes and drowned in the darkness of eternal sleep.
A/N:
GUYS GUYS GUYS GUESS WHO UPDATED?!?!
ME THAT'S WHO!
Of course this is short, but isn't the only one I'll be posting. It's just something I wrote in class earlier to hold you off until I am fully capable of settling down and preparing the other ones. So enjoy this and until then my lovelies~
Have a Super, Fantastic, Splendid, Amazing day!! xoxo
~ Mrs. Uzumaki
