Battered and bruised,
Hurt, scared and weary.
She's looking for the calm of a thousand ordinary days.
No knight in shining armor,
But someone to provide a moment to harbor,
Peace...
Sweet and righteous peace...
To shelter her during the moments she feels least.
No certainty in her steps,For she sees him,
A face she all to long tried to forget.
His words sound genuine,
And his touch sure,
But dare she trust his arms again...
The ones that may bruise her flesh again...
He stands between her and all she's fears.
Terror screams for her to hear,
He muffles each shout with the whispers of his own heart...
"I love you."
In the silence he's created,
That perfect calm.
She rests as he holds her fears at bay.
She's found sanctuary,
In his arms,
In his apology,
In their fragile hopes…
She's found love in the familiar.
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