I look at her and wonder what I did to deserve this woman who's so breathtaking. All that I did to her, treated her wrong, hurt her, made her realize some of the things she didn't want to about herself...how did this happen? How did she come to love me? It doesn't make any sense to me to see her smiling my way, happy with me, kissing me, locking me in her warm embrace. Where do I go from here? When I see her walking down the hall from our home I wonder to myself what I did right. Me, the worst monster the world has known, loved by a wonderful woman.
I stare at her late at night when the candles have died out and only the moonlight shines on her face. She's magnificent. I look at her hand and see my ring placed there. My ring...my love...my eternal circle of a spoken promise that we will be together forever. She is beautiful and she will be with me forever.
How did this happen...I saved her life after she saved mine, and when giving her the option to leave...she never left. Wouldn't leave is more like it. She refused to leave me after spending time with me. I am still at a question for why.
I look down at her...sleeping, peaceful, with nothing to wake her in the dark anymore. The lambs have been silenced, and her father has been laid to rest after tedious amounts of therapy.
I smile...look down...and realize how lucky I truly am.

I cuddle her warm body next to mine, and look at her one last time before I drift off into a slumber that will hold no screams, but joy.
She is my tranquility...and I am free.