Broken, tattered, torn,
Yet she was the essence of love.
he went back to where they first met
the peace in her eyes
the calmness in her smile
the silence in her voice,
the pain hidden beneath.
he ran back to her,
drowned in her tears with her
held her so tight yet tender,
like she could disappear into him.
It created heat in her spine
he touched her in a way no one ever.
he held her face in his palms,
kissed her tears,
silenced her whimpering with a kiss.
held her so close to his heart that he left her shiver
under his breath he whispered;
when you are messy and vulnerable, i want to be your grace
that was and always will be my grand plan