In the Heart of Dead Beauty

'Tis rare that I find something that moves my soul so much that I weep like a new child. Rare it is that I let myself openly cry at the beauty of something that has touched my mind. But, I have found something that has made me do this. I have found something that made me cry openly and sweetly. I was surprised at how wonderful it felt to know that something could still awaken the tears inside of me. And yet, though this person is but a character that only exists in the writing on a page, I have an immense love for him. I feel for his pain and I wish that I could cradle him in my arms and dry his tears and give to him peace of mind as he has done for me. But, I do not have the ability to physically hold him so I will embrace him in the only way I can. I will write for him and pour my soul into my literature so that he can understand just how much I have been moved by his story. My love, my soul, and my heart are in this poem. As I said before, it is rare that I am moved in such a way, and it took the living dead to move my soul from the pain it has been feeling. To the one who will live on forever, thank you.