disclaimer: I don't own anything
Secure presence, unnerving thoughts
Insecurities revealed, growing feelings
Drowning deep Prussian blue
Like mulled stew sliding down my throat
Tasting, warming, feeling, feeding …loving
That's what he's to me, my perfect soldier
Protecting me all the way, all the time
The light followed for the darkness that shines
In my, otherwise boring, predictable life.
I, the emotionally open with my feelings
Relena Peacecraft