Chronicles of Our Love

All I have is pulsating beats
of a heart that has pondered
a weary road.

Withered and faded in time
it scattered tears along
highways of messy roads,
left to fend for itself,
and I often wonder
why it still beats.

First kisses were never
sentimental to me and
I shadowed love like
a satanic lurker.

I bathed as a demon
for so long after the first
crushing of disappointment
that I never new I was alive
until you resurrected me
back from the fallen.

I became a dark angel-

Feeling for the first time
the warmth of your kiss,
such a revival and yet
a new journey has unveiled
insecurities within the deepest
core of me, but I overcome
them, because you simply guide
me, with loving, valiant grace.

A tale of darkness that
forever is being unveiled
with eternal purity,
it amazes my heart daily
of the scattered scriptures
that are written within the
chronicles of our love....