3 ditto darling.

Softly,
Tenderly like shrouded silk
They enfold me,
Light grey tales of the hope they preserve.
My mother always said when I was a child,
'Enough pain and you bound to find the one who makes you happy.'
Im glad it was you,
Bitter rememberings of old,
Harsh words-enough pain,
Illicitly stolen kisses he thought I would never see-,
Enough pain,
Dark, dry demeaning sessions,
Enough pain.

Then there was you,
Rain showers,
Trees,
Most importantly lollypops and love,
I was bound to find happiness,
Bound to find you.
Folders and folders of letters, cards,
Your words.
Hours and hours of whispered conversation,
Your words,
Happiness,
My word.
Written by the muses,
Woven by the sisters of fate.

Demons laughing,
Jumping to crucify my happiness on the bright sparkling shreds of itself.
Revel in the light my love radiates,
Revel in the truth she spouts at me,
Revel as it washes me clean,
And I am reborn anew,
Refreshed,
Immaculate conception of my lover's skin.

I rush out to play,
Once again I am dirtied by my demons,
Assailed and sullied by their ruinous touch,
And once again renewed,
By your love.
By your words.