Make me love the person you love

When it comes to the steps you take in life - those moments when your feet feel worn and raw - he is, first, the breath of fresh air and only when your lungs are full does he become the cool, invigorating stream that washes over you and clears away the prickling feeling of weakness. He empowers you when you feel the most beaten, especially when you've done it to yourself. He reminds you of the passions that have driven you, the sensations and thoughts that have carried you, and shows you with his actions exactly how to piece it together. He weaves your insecurities, your frustrations, and your anxieties into a lethal, sturdy rope, and only when you've seen how truly strong these things have made you, he does his best to show you how to use it to your advantage. 
 
 He is the teacher and the lesson. He's the fuzzy storm on the horizon and the vast, beautifully envoloping sea on which it lies. His tides consume you, yet they do so with a spark of curiosity and adoration that you find your heart following time and time again. And on those nights when the bed is cool, except for the warm cuccoon you have curled into, he will linger on your fingertips as a wonderous memory you long to feel - truly experience - again. 
 
 He is beautiful, mind rampant with a child-like, yet masculine and mostly mature, sense of wonder that would kill a person to stifle - And I must say, if being given the gift of life was n't a blessing enough, he is my king and my knight - I, his queen and his armor. Together, we are eternal. 
 
 My love, the true warrior of hearts.
