The season of light shone upon him

...Longing memories of tasting her gentle kiss...yet he never has

Now that he has found her – the true test...Will she want him?

True happiness comes not with ease, else it is not true happiness, so sayeth the sages

Will she accept him – even naked and exposed, his every frailty plain and salient

Will she look upon him – and not look away?

And a whisper within concedes...she just may...oh, sweet angel of hope, she might!

And he knows...he does not deserve her

And he vows...to earn her time – anything for her, and more...

The season of light shines upon him

And our antihero, eyes closed, tilts his head to the sun

A sharp intake of breath, and a warm glow consumes his mind

Radiating from the center wherein lies her visage;

Her marble-hewn apparition of good tidings

Every minute curve a monument to grace;

Every strand of silken hair an unbroken string in eternity’s harp

And the warmth in her eyes...

...Melts away his icy exterior...

...Frightens off his demons, their hind legs singed amidst their hasted flight...

...Offers him lumination, her gift spawns his day...

Newly born, he looks upon the brave new world;

And knows it is a safe place, and knows he wants to stay –

So long as she is near...

And as our antihero exhales, all his trepidation, his past, his fear -

Released in one breath, makes room

Room in the silent and Cimmerian chasm of his soul, for an

Undying...

Unconditional...

Unremitting...

Love; which fills the abyss,

And transcends it

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