Fighting for you-
is the trickiest kind of love,
a storm among a symphony
where I cannot always balance
the reality of your loyalty,
taking the fierce stand
that makes me a captive shot.
Light strikes-
brilliantly without regrets.
It knows the stars of passion
we wait for with elongated breath,
and the truth we surround
like an effervescent halo.
Run without shelter-
is the term we create hopefully.
Protection and bliss
mixed with the sole care
for only each other's figure,
a silhouette against tomorrow.