There is a silent beauty here
Soft hands with rough fingers that display the pain of a weathered storm
An angel who has fallen
I long to clear the shadow from his brow
The wars he must have seen
Yet he is so soft, still, pure despite bearing tragedy
He is love
just wishing to be found
His eyes are kind; aglow with a warmth like no other
I will forgive him if he cannot forgive himself
I will save him from the fire before he is consumed by it
I will set him free
